Lyrics:
and I'm loading up a Bakelite
(Bakelite)
Hackledown got thirty rounds and no sights
(Uh) two AKs, Redwoods matchin' bakelites
Got a Bakelite, got a Bakelite
fragile for the end of days
We integrate or fall behind
To what Leo designed
To Bakelite:
Model of a plastic parasite
Poly-oxy-benzyl-methylene
Versatile,
dynamite
Sea, sex and sun
Le soleil au zénith
Me surexcitent
Tes p'tits seins de bakélite
Qui s'agitent
Sea, sex and sun
Toi petite
C'est sûr, tu
dynamite
Sea, sex and sun
Le soleil au zénith
Me surexcitent
Tes p'tits seins de bakélite
Qui s'agitent
Sea, sex and sun
Toi petite
C'est sûr, tu
awry
What are you looking at
Did I repeat myself
Did I really say that
Formaldehyde makes bakelite
And I'd as soon as shatter like you
You smell it
that we were just good friends
But when I hold you like I hold that Bakelite in my hands
There's no action, there's no action, there's no action
we were just good friends
But when I hold you like I hold that Bakelite in my hands
There's no action
There's no action, there's no action
Every time
we were just good friends
But when I hold you like I hold
That Bakelite in my hands
There's no action
There's no action
There's no action
c'que j'aime
Dans la Bakélite
De ma radio
Sh-shake it, baby
Je suis le plus heureux
D'avoir pausé l'instant
24/36 noir et blanc
Shake, shake it,
taking out the garbage at the columbia hotel
nobody got a ticket out of cripple town
better call suspension - bakelite and dial
we'll take
taking out the garbage at the columbia hotel
nobody got a ticket out of cripple town
better call suspension - bakelite and dial
we'll take
Circled clean round your sphere
For a year on Monday
Fly me twice around the moon
In super-stereo
Bakelite, satellite
Frisbee flight on Sunday
You
the Bureau's one
Connection to the Board
Obey the mighty bakelite and
File your reports
Telephony in effigy must never be ignored
So if you hear a ringing
You
rounds will knock you down
They knock you right off
I got a Bakelite out my K
I got the Centry arms
I got Palmetto state, out the Romanian crate
Born much too late
Into slumber I fell
To a land of bakelite stores before the first Great War
Doing things of the time
I hung out with Sigmund Freud
Mary I'm tired
Of walking on wires
And wiping the dust from my eyes
I'm lying awake at night
Drowning in Bakelite
Sauces and home apple pies
These
Bakélite
Quand le Gulf stream s’éteint
Le reflet des étoiles
A changé de dessin
Et je perds mon chemin
Et je perds mon chemin
Et les bateaux s’étonnent
backdooring
So slow down
I need pleaser, please sir. I need to grab to heater
I need a bad bitch overseas don't want no plastic, bakelite
I need that switch 9,
clgernon's gone, he left a long time ago
But you still sit there by that bakelite phone
I'm singing clgernon's gone, clgernon's gone
It can't be easy being all
running all kinds of campaigns, yeah
That I fear are gonna change your behaviour
Oh, when you get made up, you look like
A Grecian goddess of Bakelite
I
now just good friends
wanna hold you like i hold that bakelite in my hand
there's no action
no, no, no, there's no action
there's no action
no, no, no,
to swallow
Times like these make us hollow
Hollow, hollow
Good optics see through my words
On my bakelite
Crawl down and see what they heard
Ouverture pour Johnny
Texte de Brigitte Fontaine
L’enfant prodigue est de retour
Avec sa cuirasse en velours
Ses diamants et ses bakélites
Ses
vents hybrides
Sur l'onde de bakélite quand le Gulf Stream s'éteint
Le reflet des étoiles a changé de dessin
Et je perds mon chemin, et je perds mon
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