Testi:
Guitar Dove

dove dare vita a cio che scrivo. Sono paranoico ed ossessivo fino all'abiura di me. Io faccio politica pure quando respiro, mica scrivo musica giocando a Guitar

see a red alert Oh, my senses say keep away So don't shoot! Don't shoot shotgun Dream on nightmare Touch 'n' go Dove turned destroyer, she cut

di Venezia Nei profumi di Chanel Il tuo mondo mi stupisce La tu anima silvestre Ti ho parlato di Jeff Beck Me and my guitar (you and your guitar) me and my guitar

At the moment the music began And you heard the guitar player starting to sing You were filled with the beauty that ran Through what you were imagining

went out of his mind You see him and the wife wasn't getting along So he took out his guitar and he wrote a song Called "The Dove of Love Fell Off the

are the drums now, and a power guitar chord. And my voice goes up a key, just in case you get bored. Now I rhyme loads of cliches, like above, love and dove

Look at the flowers and the green grass so tall It's not a matter of when push comes to shove It's just an hour on the wings of a dove I dig it when

Meals you spill bong water like tears filled with lost fear Do acid and beer and trip out on how your queer little beard looks so weird in the mirror man Guitar

grows numb When these things beset us God doesn't forget us He sends down his love on the wings of a dove On the wings of a snow white dove... [ guitar