[ilingku:032]
[ver:v1.0]
[ti:Feedback Song For A Dying Friend]
[ar:Legiao Urbana]
[al:As Quatro Estaes - Ao Vivo]
[by:]
[00:00.000]Feedback Song For A Dying Friend (Live From Palestra Itália Stadium,Brazil/1990) - Legiao Urbana
[00:46.518]Soothe the young man's sweating forehead
[00:52.128]Touch the naked stem held hidden there
[00:57.848]Safe in such dark hayssed wired nest
[01:10.308]Then his light brown eyes are quick
[01:15.408]Once touch is what he thought was grip
[01:31.613]Tis not his hands those there but mine
[01:37.263]And safe my hands seek to gain
[01:43.273]All knowledge of my master's manly rain
[02:01.088]The scented taste that stills my tongue
[02:06.388]Is wrong that is set but not undone
[02:12.078]His fiery eyes can slash savage skin
[02:17.748]And force all seriousness away
[02:58.835]He wades in close waters
[03:01.775]Deep sleep alters his senses
[03:04.885]I must obey my only rival
[03:11.015]He will command our twin revival
[03:22.736]The same
[03:23.956]Insane
[03:25.216]Sustain
[03:26.706]Again the two of us so close to our own hearts
[03:30.985]I silenced and wrote
[03:32.195]This is awe
[03:33.215]Of the coincidence