Gary Numan - Cold metal rhythm

Tekst :

This isn t music
This is survival
Used up and burnt out
Like an old Ford car

No more opinions
I m back in harness
Cold metal rhythm
Takes me back to God

Metal rhythm
Cold and sane
Know my reason
Know my name

Radio station
Thank you for nothing
I like this anger
And I won t forget

This isn t love
It s more like a need
I m a cold metal junkie
And I need the cure

Inne utwory

  • You walk in my soul
  • Icehouse
  • Welcome to love
  • Outland
  • The sleeproom
  • Play like god
  • The tick tock man
  • The skin game
  • Noise noise
  • This prison moon
  • O.D. receiver
  • Films
  • My love is a liquid
  • Love isolation
  • I am render
  • Tread careful
  • London times
  • Strange charm
  • A dream of siam
  • Losowe utwory

    Como eres

    Digo si dices no y no acaba la discusión oh no
    y aunque pides que nunca me vaya dices primero adios

    Ríes lloras todo al mismo tiempo
    y caminas contra el viento
    y a pesar de que poco te entiendo
    no cambiaria nada en...

    Liberation

    There s always been a pattern of struggle and defeat
    Never that cycle incomplete
    Never enough to tip the scales
    Too many people rotting in jails
    Or bloodied on the battlefields
    The history books from every age
    Have the same words written on every page
    Always starting with Revolution...

    How many times

    How many tears have you cried
    How many eyes have you dried
    How many ways have you tried
    And don t you get tired of people sayin
    How many times, how many times

    How many dream have been bad
    How many nights...

    Wanna be there

    I wanna be there
    When you turn out the lights
    I wanna be there

    But I m here on this lonely highway
    In the middle of nowhere

    I wanna hold you
    If you wake up in the night
    I wanna hold...

    The skin game

    You re welcome to fame
    You re welcome to try
    I ve been on TV, sold my face to you

    You re welcome to love
    You re welcome to me
    I burned my dream, sold my heart, nobody knew

    Listen children