Lyrics:
There's ghosts of this typewriter's past
the words that came before me
It's poetry in motion watching keys dancing
to a story
It's a special kind
Typewriter टिप टिप टिप टिप टिप
टिप टिप टिप करता है
ज़िन्दगी की हर कहानी लिखता है
Typewriter टिप टिप टिप टिप टिप
टिप टिप टिप करता है
ज़िन्दगी की हर
city man
New city man
New city man
New city man
New city man
New city man
New city man
He lives inside a typewriter
He lives inside a typewriter (new
with many things
Writing intentions, you see
Such as my typewriter in the corner
Let me show you to the window
So you can see what I see, you know
man, fade in the Lower East Side
I want to write about the common man, but my thoughts are not my own
I'm just a tourist with a typewriter
Typewriter torment, dreadful disease
Caught it the first day I touched the keys
You wear down your fingers and churn out your pap
It eats up your
They call her a typewriter
She's been under a rock
She's just a typewriter
Doesn't know when to stop
She's beginning to rot
And she knows it's wrong
RIT(1)[DELAY(SYNC’D 303*):ON]+[COMPRESSOR GATE(TYPEWRITER):ON]
+[MULTIVOICE CHORUS FLANGER(MONO CHORUS, SWIRLING):ON] ..:
“CONDEMNED(CONDEMNED)..
Farewell typewriter now you've gone away
Overdramatic and underfed
To visions unheard of in any bed
I checked my mailbox, but you weren't inside
Farewell, typewriter
Now you've gone away
Overdramatic and underfed
To visions unheard of in any bed
I checked my mailbox, but you weren't inside
change your mind
But it will be too late!
And I'll change your hate to love
But my love will change to hate!
Typewriter, type! Typewriter, type!
change your mind
But it will be too late!
And I'll change your hate to love
But my love will change to hate!
Typewriter, type! Typewriter, type!
God only knows
Down all the days
The tap-tap-tapping of the typewriter pays
The gentle rattling of the drays
Down all the days
I have often had
on the dime on the 90
Now I'm taking off to a Hollywood movie
Passing up the dogs on the side street trying to beat me to the finish line Beverly
Mr. Typewriter
to where we click
Typewriter's telling me the most
Unusual is not usual
And beautiful's not beautiful at all
Head full of wires
Throw my back out
clicking shit sound like a typewriter (typewriter)
Still got bros in prison nigga they some life fighters (sticking)
Imma let this Glizzy speak you gonna
Loadin' my drum
Pumpin' up the gun
I'm wearin' my suit
Gonna have some fun
Lookin down the range
These bullets, here they come
My Chicago Typewriter
gonna end
God only knows
Down all the days
The tap-tap-tapping of the typewriter pays
The gentle rattling of the drays
Down all the days
I have
down to size again.
Pussy Willow down fur-lined avenue,
Brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes.
Runs from the train. Hear her typewriter
Man
He`s in his overcoats more than out of them
And the typewriter`s rattling all through the night
He`s burgundy for breakfast tight
He says "One
victims of typewriters
The band sounds like typewriters
The big man he's not listening
His eyes hold Edith
His left hand holds his right
What does that
dreams down to size again.
Pussy Willow down fur-lined avenue,
Brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes.
Runs from the train. Hear her typewriter
the elevator to the top of the Burj Al Arab
And shoot my guns across Dubai
Bang, bang, bang, I'm that kinda guy
But mostly I curl up inside my typewriter
down down down
And I´ll take you down on the underground
Down in the dark and down in the crypt
Down in the dark where the typewriter fit
Down with
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