Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 1984, artist - Sadistik. Album song Ultraviolet, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 09.01.2019
Record label: Fake Four
Song language: English
1984 |
| Everybody’s talking in that newspeak |
| Hiding all my thoughts in a loose leaf |
| You can always find me where the goons creep |
| Underneath the solace of the moonbeams |
| There’s a bluebird on my shoulder, can I kill it? |
| Man, there’s a bluebird on my shoulder, can I kill it? |
| Watching ceiling fans go ‘round, trying to catch the feelin' off instrumental |
| Got my indo, and plus my papers for crescendos |
| Headphones against my temples |
| Pencil in my clutches, Jackson Pollack while he’s stenciling a subject (BANG) |
| And now I’m splattering the pain and such |
| Apple on your head and my aim is Naked Lunch |
| Stain-faded Chucks from the roads that I cross |
| Roads not taken, but no Robert Frost |
| So pale flames when I go Nabokov |
| With the inner-thought dialogue |
| I keep the steps quiet, inside my head’s riot |
| My heart beats (BANG), I leave the rest silent |
| Test driving pilot Kamikaze tired |
| On the Rockies watch me die in slow-motion like it’s 1984 |
| Everybody’s talking in that newspeak |
| Hiding all my thoughts in a loose leaf |
| You can always find me where the goons creep |
| Underneath the solace of the moonbeams |
| I sit inside my prison like I’m Winston with the gin |
| To scribble my addictions, or I’ll kill ‘em with the pen |
| Figurative or literal, I’ll stick it in the femoral |
| This devil won’t ever fall the victim to a trend |
| A penny for your thoughts at the bottom of a wishing well |
| Hit ‘em with the uppercut, they’re falling on a pit of nails |
| Fighting off the reptiles, Thompson on a Psilocybin |
| Binge been buzzed, molotovs are lit as well, their (eyes) |
| Are like a hawk when they writer’s block |
| Big brother’s always there, creeping in the shadows with their (eyes) |
| That like to watch when I try draw a |
| Piece like Frida Kahlo while I’m sleepless in Seattle |
| The skies here cry 365 |
| Black clouds above me sing, «Eat shit and die!» |
| I’ll acquiesce, but I won’t give ‘em what they want |
| Or dignify their shit with a response, ‘cause it’s |
| Everybody’s talking in that newspeak |
| Hiding all my thoughts in a loose leaf |
| You can always find me where the goons creep |
| Underneath the solace of the moonbeams |