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There is another kind of youth, from another galaxy, where mistakes are aware and errors are conscious. In short, compared to Screamadelica and XTRMNTR (ego & vanity) in this "evanescent" work located in the upper plane between those two aforementioned "masterpieces," there is premeditation in reverse.
It seems that everything emanates from an absence of themselves that magically brings forth the psychic part of a 007 who in the real Fleming world is just an insect, an ant. Yet here, Bond doesn't expire and is ennobled with a proto soul that comforts us for the future, far from mechanistic convoluted espionage actions... Even though it seems a Roman from Rome, upon viewing the daring escapades and impossible acrobatics of the James of the moment, half-mumbled: "se po' fa'"...
And "there it is, ta-ta!" a perfect swagger, in its shabbiness, floods us with cocky faces that the members of the band have. Please refer to the booklet of the CD for confirmation. And do not worry, because in the decaying lounge disco rock baronship presence channeled from the record in question, they have the right brazenness that doesn’t fall into their youthful impunity. I swear with my visions of my own dear deceased ones.
Out comes a sophisticated fragrance without the smell under the nose where you can tell that the musicians haven't changed their underwear for a few days, and knowing that they took naps during the musical creation always in the same clothes is a certainty on the mystique of the album's performance, where they work the sides of dilapidated Aston Martin certainties and their encrusted spark plugs that leave you stranded and make you fall back on the homeless reliability of a left-hand drive Mini Minor.
Kowalski who reads.
Tracklist Lyrics Samples and Videos
01 Burning Wheel (07:06)
Through my diseased eyes
I'm sinful, sly
I can't stop stealing
I will pay the price of being a thief
When I stop breathing
If you could see what I can see
Feel what I feel
When my head is on fire
When I'm a buming wheel
Through my bleeding eyes
I'm filthy, fly
I crawl with insects
I'm anaesthetized
I'm demonized
Caught in the vortex
Repeat Chorus
I see, I feel, I see, I feel
I see, I feel, I see, I feel
Repeat chorus
03 Kowalski (05:50)
This radio station was named Kowalski,
In honour of the last American hero to whom
Speed means freedom of the soul.
The question is not when he's gonna stop,
But who is gonna stop him...
There goes the Challenger
Being chased by the blue blue meanies on wheels
The vicious traffic squad cars
Are after our lone driver
The last American hero
The electric centaur, the demi god
The super driver of the golden west
Two nasty Nazi cars are close behind
The beautiful lone driver
The police number are getting closer, closer
Closer to our soul hero, in his soul mobile
Yeah baby, they're about to strike
They're gonna get him, smash him
Rape the last beautiful free soul on this planet
Vanishing Point (4x)
Soul on ice (7x)
Hello kowalski
Hello Kowalski
Hello Kowalski
04 Star (04:24)
Are you solid
Are you solid as a rock
Have you a strong foundation
Or can your soul be bought
It ain't true that
Everybody's got a price
I sing this song for everyone
Who stands up for their rights
(Chorus)
Every brother is a Star
Every sister is a star
Every brother is a star
Every sister is a star*
Sister rose, Malcom X & Dr. King
Showed us we got power
Showed what changes we could bring
To change society
You have gotta change the law
Their bodies may be gone
But their spirits still live on
Repeat chorus
Rebel souls
For the dreamers, rebel souls & future days
Be brave & strong
Keep keepin' on
Be conscious in the chaos
The queen of England
There's no greater anarchist
One man's freedom tighter
Is another's terrorist
(Repeat chorus 2x)
06 Out of the Void (03:59)
I can't slip my skin
I'm full of dust
I'm chemically imbalanced
I'm cancer
Bad astrology's the answer
If I were a child again
I'd be holy and not insane
I've got the tear
I can't get out of the void into the light
Out of the void into the light
I'm scarecrow man
I'm made of rags and straw
I'm paranoid
I can't see or feel or speak
I lust hang
I'm so tired I can't sleep
I'm so hungry I can't eat
I've got the fear
I can't get out of the void into the light
Out of the void into the light
11 Long Life (03:49)
Live life
Live a long life
Feel fine
In the sunshine
Alive
Alive
Good to be alive
Girl
I love to see you
Sunshine
Whenever I see you
Alive
Alive
Alive
Good to be alive
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By RinaldiACHTUNG
Vanishing Point sounds more hallucinatory than ever before. It’s no longer a simple rock band; instead, we find ourselves in the pocket of the night.
If Screamadelica is a kick to the head, Vanishing Point takes you with a club and then puts you to bed.
