His voice is like music and the words are so beautiful I could fucking cry.
@hciwronnella
15 жыл бұрын
who ever said lemmy was God never heard of tyla , or his singing , lol,, tyla is God. the man is a genius ,
@Shirouz25
16 жыл бұрын
Very very good.
@MJ-iy3ee
7 жыл бұрын
sip my drink plan my next line scare the maids till the end of time! praise tyla
@DogDamour
14 жыл бұрын
hey Skid, do you have this poem written to put it on the video description? english is not my mother language so i do not understand some things.
@scarletrowe3022
6 жыл бұрын
HEADING FOR THE TARGET OF INSANITY (Tyla) I threw a dart with a diary of my past into my heart And my eyes got pain from the rays of the son of a gun in my heart And I felt the sweat run through my hair like blood from a long gone wound But, you know, I don't care And I've got a tattoo of Peacock that should have been a picture of you Old faces of wanna-be whores in a rehabilitation center of stars And I dreamt of dreams all yesterday and a ... of memories And from the liquor store, a special offer to take it all away The bargain bin of the wounded I wanna be a drunk but I'm just not good enough And I just sleep in a dark, spray-painted room Some people try so hard to sin, fuck themselves up and then give in The prize of stardom is always too much I feel ... that I could pour my veins out like ripped chords And my skin would be a parachute for all the crazy people around me to land insanity in Oh well, one or two would die, break a leg, get an arm stuck in a tree or just miss I'm a pike[?] at heart, I avoid all the laws and taxes of this world I live in a caravan with no wheels but freshly painted elevators Where I got caught with my hand up blues' dress by already painted sex yuppies Fueled and fooled by expensive cheap red wine for an over-prized watering hole at Melrose But now I'm in apartment number five twenty or the sharp zone before it as my American wife writes it I drink vodka, cranapple and orange and my insides have a party There's an orchestra playin' in my heart and there's a blues band in my head And all the drinks are free to them I wish I could get in but my name is not on the guestlist and I'm banned anyway So I read Mr. Bukowski whose thoughts and body are older than mine But it makes me feel fine anyway So I light another Malboro from my silver luga lighter and I use fuel as an ashtray Zip my drink, plan my next line, scare the maids till the end of time To the hell with shit thoughts of this target of insanity Maybe I'll tune my body into the pits of lust and just taste the lipstick of borrowed cigarettes I can still remember the reflection of her body, it dances through my eyes I love this girl with a passion for insanity, grain and crime I love this girl way past the end of our time The end, fin, there is no more
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