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from Cibo Matto - Stereotype A (1999)
Working for vacation Walking for meditation
Watching television for as long as I want People got science but makes no sense, Still can't do anything for cutting out violence When I think of something, it goes out to space Then it comes back (to me) in another shape We know we are not apes, But we could make sweet seedless grapes Feeling wrong 'cuz the days are too long, Counting heartbeats 72 in a minute Feeling wrong 'cuz the days are too long, Counting heartbeats 72 in a minute I need to talk to an ancient Egyptian to know the transcription To read the prescription for the friction we've got Or the options we'll have maybe God only knows |
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from Cibo Matto - Stereotype A (1999)
Though the water boils,
Don't turn off the heat Can't find the spoon that we once had, The sugar cubes will melt no more We belong as two together, We belong as two together How can you take my soul? Stop...I need a new beat Can't find the spoon that we once had, The sugar cubes will melt no more We belong as two together, We belong as two together |
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from Cibo Matto - Stereotype A (1999)
I want certain words more than a thousand flowers
memory rubs in my heart like sand on my feet my heart is frozen tonite like blue coral in the sea you are my twilight though not always right you are so kind like the tide by my side because of time we lost our pride for love I feel I'm alone again in the heat wave you are already miles away I wish we could meet again |
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from Cibo Matto - Stereotype A (1999)
I can't say I'm good at cleaning it,
baby The lint of love, it'smade of "dust of confusion" You see, the president is in trouble Every cent you make is floating in a bubble My heart's content. I can't find it in the Bible. Doesn't say how to take away the lint of love I can't help myself, I can't help myself Human beings always hard to believe What you think is not quite alright at the other side of the nation Got two eyes, but we only got one mouth We could live, we could jive, we could live, we could jive Without the lint of love I can't help myself, I can't help myself We can't avoid the lint of love, And you've got to know how to take it away |
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from Cibo Matto - Stereotype A (1999)
Moonchild still lives in my heart.
Can I ask you something? Is your life better now? (x2) Sometimes I feel you're sitting next to me and listening to my stories Time always shows me it's hard to understand how to be myself Moonlight dries your tears, moonlight hides your fears (x2) Moonchild still lives in my heart. Can I ask you something? Is your life better now? (x2) Sometimes I feel you're smilling at me and telling me your memories Tide always moves fast Can you tell me how to find words inside a shell? Moonlight dries your tears, moonlight hides your fears (x2) Moonchild still lives in my heart. Can I ask you something? Is your life better now? (x2) |
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from Cibo Matto - Stereotype A (1999)
What's up B? Wa-sa-bi I'm searchin' the city for sci-fi wasabi
The start button has been pushed already Obi-Wan Kenobi is waiting for me in Union Square My wheel needs repair. The bike lane's glowing all over the city My bike "specializes" in the nitty-gritty New York City never had equality, it's reality, economic duality Where are my amenities Tell me my sanity Ain't no analogy for individuality, I got immunity from multiplicity That's how we do it. We got your harmony. Where's you're identity? Our name is stereotype with an A I got to get the shit straight Your vision of stupidity's made of vanity Keep your quality up in the sky There is a hole on Broadway, no control, it's in my way I feel no goal. Where is my soul? I got no reset for this game A.O.K. gotta find an alley anyway My hair turns grey day by day Don't erase your points, you've got your pace Don't waste your days, get your innerspace Don't give me chase, I'm at St. Marks Place Feeling Stromboli, not ravioli I'm charging my energy fresh as a daisy Biologically let your system know what's up Here comes your twin hopper Yuka Honda knows her water - "Pass the Volvic" No wonder her fingers are smooth like butter It's specific. No mind traffic CIBO MATTO 1999! I'm Miho Hatori straight outta purgatori Ai? Ai? Alright? I'm passing on your right Don't be snobby with me Not aioli, surely not Moby Obi-Wan Kenobi told me in the lobby Technically I'm free and I can find the key Our name is stereotype with an A I've got to get the shit straight. Can you relate, my mate? Don't be late, my gate is open Downtown still sends me up in the sky |
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from Cibo Matto - Stereotype A (1999)
I'm moving fast like clouds in the sky
You can see my tears are dry You're staying there higher in the sky 7 layers of the air We've never ever moved together yet so beautiful I'm moving fast like birds in the sky You can see my eyes turn bright You are staying there further in the sky 7 layers of time I'm proving past and breaking new ground Slowly my eyes open wide You're staying there and playing new sounds 7 layers of light |
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from Cibo Matto - Stereotype A (1999)
I'm so speechless...you saw me crying
you've never known I'm so speechless... I'll never come back to you Did you call me? Once in a week? All you wanna do is to be like a sheik Always catching girls like fishing for crawfish You won't get a dish never, you're just a selfish Please don't take me to the bayou I'm not a freak I don't wanna lose my shoes Do you? You do? I go through your taboo you do now I'm so blue Don't make my mouth water, don't make me want to slaughter If you give me a dishwasher, don't clean my life with your style I'm so speechless...I saw something I've never known I'm so speechless...I saw something you've never shown You want quantity. I want quality. How can I get up to go through this tragedy There's no remedy in my satchel. Only some memory...I feel empty Love is like a bubble, easily breakable I can't take this ache for my own sake I'm cutting the rope from your boat but something still sticks in my throat |
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from Cibo Matto - Stereotype A (1999)
I can take your pain away if you
tear down your fortress of memory I can take your pain away, you don't always need to be strong I can take your pain away, I know we wear different shoes I can take your pain away, barefoot we will tear the truth You are the king of silence...You don't need one word to talk to me All I know is we have sympathy Close your eyes and lean your head on me I can take your pain away if you find a remedy in me I can take your pain away, you can take as much as you want from me I can take your pain away, we have a distance between us I can take your pain away, every time we can find the clue |
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from Cibo Matto - Stereotype A (1999)
Don't lean on me
stay on your side Don't leave me be my side Ain't no pain on a blue train touching my skin won't get you to my core Don't take my seat Don't make me sore You won't feel pain for loving me more just seat where you can always see the door |
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from Cibo Matto - Stereotype A (1999)
The bomb in my heart is beating me
a B note Maybe my ear dirt is cheating on me, yo 'Cuz missin' you on Sunday morning, I need somethin' new It's Sunday morning But nothing helps me... I'm just waiting for the milkman to come I can't find it, I can't find it Why do I feel so lonely? I don't know how to compromise You are my one and only. What can I find 'til the moon rises? I feel dizzy, you're so damn sleazy, I know you'll say "I was busy" Baby, take me out, it's been rained out so I run to the bank to get my cash And check our savings of love out but it's closed on Sunday What can I say? I feel blue the rain starts soaking my shoes We're losing glue I can't find a clue, I'm knocking on the door Somebody is dancing on the floor, then I know the score, I can't take it no more The Knicks winnin' can't even make me high, cuttin' coupons for nothing makes me sigh I can't find it, it's been on my mind, I've been trying to find it day and night |
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from Cibo Matto - Stereotype A (1999)
Why can't we dance in the same groove every day?
My step starts from 6 to 1, from 6 to 1, you make fun of my honesty But I think consciousness is the same in space... in space... I'm living in the second world, I'm watching, watching you from the second world Don't complain about it, baby, I can not be perfect for you Still learning every Sunday, I just spend. I just spend...every Sunday... every Sunday |
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from Cibo Matto - Stereotype A (1999)
She's got a living stone and rain in her hand
She doesn't have an umbrella to cover herself She's got a living stone and pain in her mind All I can do is sing for her and myself I wish I can take it away to three thousand light years away Don't be afraid, I'll be next to you |
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from Cibo Matto - Viva! La Woman (1996)
You may feel something in your mind's eye
When the earth drinks in squall You may plan to escape on the sly Ohhhh, ohhh, ohhhhh, ohhh... I heard her sobbing Her tears tasted so sweet I heard her singing Her voice was gray beat Ohhhh, ohhh, ohhhhh, ohhh... When apple leaves fall We will have to say good bye When the earth drinks in squall Your mind will be dry I heard her sobbing Her tears tasted so sweet I heard her singing Her voice was gray beat Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh.... |
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from Cibo Matto - Viva! La Woman (1996)
My weight is 300 pounds
My favorite is beef jerky I'm a vagabond, I'm a vagabond My mom says, "You are kinky!" Who cares? I don't care! A horse's ass is better than yours X4 Lay down here, baby Just relax...honey My baby horse is Jennifer What a beefy hip! She has a fine coat of fur What shiny hair! Who cares? I don't care! A horse's ass is better than yours X4 Let's eat carrots together until... Let's eat carrots together until... |
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from Cibo Matto - Viva! La Woman (1996)
The velocity of time turns her voice into sugar water
I'm on a concrete way The wind is blowing to the north-northwest It smells like sands of the southern island When a black cat crosses my path A woman in the moon is singing to the earth A woman in the moon is singing to the earth La la la, la la la la la la La la la, la la la la la la La la la, la la la la la la La la la, la la la la la la I'm riding on a camel that has big eyes The buildings are changing into coconut trees Little by little When a black cat crosses my path A woman in the moon is singing to the earth A woman in the moon is singing to the earth La la la, la la la la la la La la la, la la la la la la La la la, la la la la la la La la la, la la la la la la La la la, la la la la la la La la la, la la la la la la La la la, la la la la la la La la la, la la la la la la We are taking sugar water shower Shower |
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from Cibo Matto - Viva! La Woman (1996)
White pepper ice cream
It's like a line drawing It snipped my heart White pepper ice cream In my mouth It sting my lips It's like eclipse As I'm in the crossword puzzle But I can't fill in the blank White pepper ice cream Sweet or spicy? White pepper ice cream ? m'est ?al ? m'est ?al Which is the first word? Sweet or spicy? ? m'est ?al ? m'est ?al It's all the same to me I was shot with bullets of pepper On my lips I feel a nip Black and white Bonnie and Clyde Black and white Bonnie and Clyde It steels my sight Under cover of night We run away from... It's all the same to me We run away from... It's all the same to me In the puzzle |
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from Cibo Matto - Viva! La Woman (1996)
Shut up and eat!
Too bad, no bon appetit! Shut up and eat! You know my love is sweet! Yes, I'm cooking for my son and his wife It's his 30th birthday Pour berries into my bowl Add milk of two months ago "It's moldy mom, isn't it?" I don't give a flying fuck though Shut up and eat! Too bad, no bon appetit! Shut up and eat! You know my love is sweet! Shut up and eat! Too bad, no bon appetit! Shut up and eat! You know my love is sweet! It's food nouveau It's food nouveau It's the shape of love Beat it! Beat it up! Beat it! Beat it up! Extra sugar, extra salt Extra oil and MSG Extra sugar, extra salt Extra oil and MSG Shut up and eat! Too bad, no bon appetit! Shut up and eat! You know my love is sweet! Shut up and eat! Too bad, no bon appetit! Shut up and eat! You know my love is sweet! You were born in the 60's We made a war with the Vietnamese We loved LSD, we died easily Can we just say c'est la vie? So what! Say what! For your own sake Do you have a headache or heartbreak? Are you made or broken by the birthday cake? You may be slow on the uptake I pour pot in the birthday cake So what! Say what! For my own sake Watch out yo! Here I come yo! I'm gonna change to a rattlesnake Turn up the TV! Do you agree? Yeah, I'm talking turkey Take it from me I'm gonna show my love for my dove "But it's moldy, mom, isn't it?" Extra sugar, extra salt Extra oil and MSG Extra sugar, extra salt Extra oil and MSG Shut up and eat! Too bad, no bon appetit! Shut up and eat! You know my love is sweet! Shut up and eat! Too bad, no bon appetit! Shut up and eat! You know my love is very sweet! |
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from Cibo Matto - Viva! La Woman (1996)
16 years ago, one day,
I was walking down the street I was cruising in Brooklyn You know what I mean? Something was cooking, but wasn't yet a chicken. There was a man, Selling chicks in a box. He said, "2 for 1, but 3 for 2." I said, "That's not bad, Here's money for you." One was magenta, The other was blue. I know my chicken You got to know your chicken I know my chicken You got to know your chicken I know my chicken You got to know your chicken I know my chicken One day, the blue one went away. The other grew up fuckin' well. She was noisy every night. I had always chicken-bite. Then I met a lover One night, she made me dinner. Licking finger, I wondered Where she got the chicken. Then I met a lover. One night, she made me dinner. Licking finger, I wondered where she got the chicken. I know my chicken You got to know your chicken I know my chicken You got to know your chicken I know my chicken You got to know your chicken I know my chicken You got to know your chicken Spare the rod and spoil the chick Before you go and shit a brick. Spare the rod and spoil the chick Before you go and shit a brick Spare the rod and spoil the chick Before you go and shit a brick Spare the rod and spoil the chick Before you go and shit a brick I know my chicken You got to know your chicken I know my chicken You got to know your chicken I know my chicken You got to know your chicken I know my chicken You got to know your chicken She went to college to study anatomy I followed her father's butchery We got 2 babies. Is it cool? One was magenta, the other was blue. I know my chicken You got to know your chicken I know my chicken You got to know your chicken I know my chicken You got to know your chicken I know my chicken You got to know your chicken I know my chicken You got to know your chicken... |
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from Cibo Matto - Viva! La Woman (1996)
Ba ba ba ba ya, ba ya
Ba ba ba ba ya, ba ya oh wa wa Ba ba ba ba ya, ba ya Ba ba ba ba ya, ba ya oh wa wa wa wa... It was such lovely weather, mmm yeah The third day in Milano I was sitting in a chair The point of my high heel was stepping on a man's shadow The scent of his cappuccino was carried on the wind of Milano He stared me up and down As if I was a restaurant menu The accidental meeting Made my blood red like Chianti Mio, ah mio, ah mio Mio bambino Mio, ah mio, ah mio Mio bambino Blindfold me...only feeling Blindfold me...only feeling Blindfold me...only feeling When you touch me on the knee I can feel your vibration When you capture my secret key I can hear your pulsation HIT ME! (japanese) In the night I can't sleep In the night I can't sleep You sweep me off my feet My feet, my feet, my feet Make my body burn (japanese) |
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from Cibo Matto - Viva! La Woman (1996)
Who can take a sunrise, sprinkle it with dew
Cover it with chocolate and a miracle or two The Candy Man, The Candy Man can, the Candy Man can because He mixes it with love and makes the world taste good Who can take the rainbow, wrap it in a sigh Soak it in the sun and make a strawberry lemon pie The Candy Man? The Candy Man The Candy Man can. The candy man can 'cause He mixes it with love and makes the world taste good Willy Wonka makes everything he bakes Satisfying and delicious Talk about your childhood wishes You can even eat the dishes Who can take tomorrow, dip it in a dream Separate the sorrow and collect up all the cream The Candy Man can, Willy Wonka can, the Candy Man can The Candy Man can because he mixes it with love and makes the world taste good And the world tastes good, because the candy man thinks it should |
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from Cibo Matto - Viva! La Woman (1996)
The sunshine, too light - The ocean, too wide - I'm sick of your cliche - The
sky is kind - Love is blind - You can't let go of the lost pain - You are in the maze - Spending every day - I'm in the haze - I want the getaway - Can you take my silver wheat? - Mix it up with butter and treat - I feel a chill go down my feet - Your maple is so sweet - But it's too mushy, baby - We've got to get out - To get out the hell out - We've got to get out - To get out the hell out - Got to get me out of here - Before it goes stale |
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from Cibo Matto - Viva! La Woman (1996)
My heart is like an artichoke
I eat petals myself one by one Until I feel enough Until I lose to laugh When I end to eat the last one I will tear my drops I will lose my lips Though I can't stop plucking off I can't see my core I keep asking for you more and more Can you peel my petals one by one? Your hands are like a rusty knife Are you gonna keep on peeling me? Are you gonna keep on peeling me? Are you gonna keep on peeling me? What am I gonna be on the pan? Will I be burnt black? Can you squeeze a lemon on me? A lemon on me? Baby, baby, everything you wanna feel Baby, baby, everything you wanna taste Baby, baby, everything you wanna feel Baby, baby, everything you wanna taste. |
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from Cibo Matto - Super Relax (Ep) Ltd. Edition (1997)
The velocity of time
turns her voice into.. sugar water I’m on a concrete way The wind is blowing to the north - northwest It smells like sands of the southern island When a black cat crosses my path.. A woman in the moon is singing to the earth A woman in the moon is singing to the earth La La La... La La La... La La La... La La La... I’m riding on a camel that has big eyes The buildings are changing into coconut trees Litlle by little When a black cat crosses my path A woman in the moon is singing to the earth A woman in the moon is singing to the earth La La La... La La La... La La La... La La La... La La La... La La La... La La La... La La La... We are taking sugar water shower shower |
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from Cibo Matto - Super Relax (Ep) Ltd. Edition (1997)
The velocity of time
turns her voice into.. sugar water I’m on a concrete way The wind is blowing to the north - northwest It smells like sands of the southern island When a black cat crosses my path.. A woman in the moon is singing to the earth A woman in the moon is singing to the earth La La La... La La La... La La La... La La La... I’m riding on a camel that has big eyes The buildings are changing into coconut trees Litlle by little When a black cat crosses my path A woman in the moon is singing to the earth A woman in the moon is singing to the earth La La La... La La La... La La La... La La La... La La La... La La La... La La La... La La La... We are taking sugar water shower shower |
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from Cibo Matto - Super Relax (Ep) Ltd. Edition (1997)
Though the water boils,
Don't turn off the heat Can't find the spoon that we once had, The sugar cubes will melt no more We belong as two together, We belong as two together How can you take my soul? Stop...I need a new beat Can't find the spoon that we once had, The sugar cubes will melt no more We belong as two together, We belong as two together |
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from Cibo Matto - Super Relax (Ep) Ltd. Edition (1997)
The velocity of time
turns her voice into.. sugar water I’m on a concrete way The wind is blowing to the north - northwest It smells like sands of the southern island When a black cat crosses my path.. A woman in the moon is singing to the earth A woman in the moon is singing to the earth La La La... La La La... La La La... La La La... I’m riding on a camel that has big eyes The buildings are changing into coconut trees Litlle by little When a black cat crosses my path A woman in the moon is singing to the earth A woman in the moon is singing to the earth La La La... La La La... La La La... La La La... La La La... La La La... La La La... La La La... We are taking sugar water shower shower |
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from Cibo Matto - Super Relax (Ep) Ltd. Edition (1997)
The velocity of time
turns her voice into.. sugar water I’m on a concrete way The wind is blowing to the north - northwest It smells like sands of the southern island When a black cat crosses my path.. A woman in the moon is singing to the earth A woman in the moon is singing to the earth La La La... La La La... La La La... La La La... I’m riding on a camel that has big eyes The buildings are changing into coconut trees Litlle by little When a black cat crosses my path A woman in the moon is singing to the earth A woman in the moon is singing to the earth La La La... La La La... La La La... La La La... La La La... La La La... La La La... La La La... We are taking sugar water shower shower |
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