Major Parkinson - Moma - Lyrics, Similar artists

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Artist: Major Parkinson

album: Valesa - Chapter I: Velvet Prison

Living in a coma, sleeps all day
He will never amount to anything at all
Hooked on medication, life's okay
He is drawing Olympic circles now
Angel headed, hipster starry night
God is breastfeeding babies with Goya milk
Everything is Moma, everything is right
But every now and then I get this feeling
Up on the second floor
In the hall by the torso
There's the piano lesson boy
With a blue pamphlet of Silent Night
Behind the iron railing
Pleyel is my saviour
Ginsberg, Guggenheim, Gertrude Stein
Get into the moshpit
Get into the double-dagger moshpit
A rose is a rose is a rose is a rose is a Rolls-Royce
I see the lost and the found
And the great and the silent generation
Destroyed by madness
Baby boomers from the X to the why to the Z
It's the boring 20s
A lie has a lifeline
Like a sugar cream pie
It's a pipe dream
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Don't you touch the portrait on the wall
It's not a replica
It's Celestina painted by Picasso
Don't you ever poke her in the eye
That's how the poets die
They see the ghost of Carles Casagemas
Is it true?
Is it really you?
Is it really true?
When the skies are blue
Is it over?
Is it over?
The anthem of Solidarity
Will not be divided or destroyed
Raindrops are falling on my head
Sweet little lies fucks with my head
Nobody knows just where the wind blows
Goodbye, Picasso
Mountains are buried in the deep
So many dreams
Counting the sheep
Nobody knows just where the wool goes
Goodbye blue Monday
Is it true?
Is it really you?
Is it really true?

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