Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Heatseeker, artist - Astronomy ClassDate of issue: 29.09.2006
Song language: English
Heatseeker |
| Brush my shoes off and bend my peak |
| Clear my throat and I’m ready to speak |
| Allow me to introduce yours truly |
| This sound hits like a kicking in the goolies |
| Now you sing soprano |
| Ja no techno — connnect like Meccano |
| There are no equals, check the info |
| I can kill a soundboy with just the intro |
| So — flash your lighter in the atmosphere |
| Im here, the other side of the atlas |
| Left far to UK, wanna check my display |
| Won’t stop until I get a rewind by DJs |
| And this sounds passe but life’s a cliche |
| People sell their souls on eBay these days |
| I don’t watch eee ays I make my advance |
| With an ace up my sleeve, I take a chance |
| This gambler’s luck must run out soon |
| So before the key change I’m out of tune |
| This cloudy view shows blurry sunshine |
| Heard the punchline — laughed regardless |
| See who laugh lasts laughs the hardest |
| Dance on the grave of a former master |
| In this amber-washed town |
| One foot forward — feels good for now |
| Pot off the backburner in fact turn the lights up |
| Lock in like heatseekers |
| Hit the loud speaker, metal head to raver |
| Check the Yellow Pages — sound and optics |
| Don’t try to stop this — roll the tape please |
| Note how under-evolved these apes seem |
| Like dreams of robots, I’m a ghost dog |
| Who rolls like tumbleweeds — holds the humble weed |
| Stroll cold streets in golden rays |
| Don’t seek olden days — I speak from them |
| Unique conundrum to beat the hum-drum |
| From A.U.S.T. |
| to streets of London |
| Speak with one tongue, a million eyes |
| And kill all them lies that we can’t get on |
| Cos for now I got cards worth betting on |
| But not letting on — what you sweating on? |
| It feels good for now but then moments pass |
| So as I hold this glass questions pose and ask |
| Is it full or empty? |
| Sparse or plenty? |
| How long’s a piece of string? |
| Can you tell me? |
| I’m not sure, if it’s short as time is |
| Long enough to wrap up the thoughts of rhymers |
| A small reminder — a day for each dog |
| Like when the dance floor favoured these songs |
| It’s true sometimes you might blink and it’s gone |
| And just when you might start thinking it’s wrong |
| It seems the path is long and you’re on it |
| The truth is just a lie when you try to be honest |
| Big slick I’m promising — a cryptic prophet |
| Lifting off lids when DJs drop this |
| What hits today may miss the mark later |
| The chance to take big chips are fast fading |