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• Artiste: Robert Francis
• Titre: I Like The Air
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Filed down coffins in the neighbourhood. A spanish girl walking by the cemetery wood. Five in the pan, we do what we can though it ain't right. A fat man sitting on the side of his remote, his daughter on the kitchen trying to clean his coat, I bet she can't. The rattle of the bottle on a warped wooden desk, shaking back and forth beside my bated breath. A blind girl laughing while I stare at her chest, I'm in the zone. I won't survive if I make it out alive. Seven/ten split, I don't got... Down on Main Street, I got friends waiting there. I don't need no drop off girls. I like the air. Elysian park through the dark about a mile. A little white girl with a Bobby king smile. Blue little bags she says she knows I'm feeling bad I'm worth your while. But here 'tween the palette feelings I don't understand, cardboard cutouts, just be a man. have fun walking home in Mike Davis land. Pull the wool over my eyes. I don't want to understand. I like the trees, the army and the colors that they wear, they like to scare. A few blocks home from remembering my name, a few blocks home. Down on Main Street, I got friends waiting there. I don't need no drop off girls. I like the air. (Grazie a Manon per questo testo)