Testo Barren Dessert

nothing of a pluralism you can feel in that beat and rythum 'cause cold days keep your finger cold in cold days you have to keep silence to keep your temper but it's makin' me jumpy to sit and wait for the first convulsive laugther more degrees and sun so the ice will break with wishful thinking standing at my window (those days are longer than my cock) to get a flash of it and an idea on a new season into the wind spread out your wings fly up and down I cannot show how boring its in town so what do we try to crush through all these fuckin' barren winter days I think we must try to crush that we're keepin' our asses on the sofa in time to find "the joker" but it pleases to play the sound we produce on a cold sunny winter day day after day the sun shines longer down from the sky finally days of monotony pass by we wouldn't draw the line anymore rhombic smoke-screen just for the one's who feel bored let's take liberty in the beginning of a new season think and take a look back in the heat of barren desert but now 30 degrees and fun again some cocktails we've to shake