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Paroles de la chanson Radio Ethiopia par Patti Smith
Oh I'll send you a telegram
Oh I have some information for you
Oh I'll send you a telegram
Send it deep in the heart for you
Deep in the heart of your brain is a lever
Deep in the heart of your brain is a switch
Deep in the heart of your flesh you are clever
Oh honey you met your match in a bitch
There will be no famine in my existence
I merge with the people of the hills
People of the Ethiopia
Your opiate is the air that you breathe
All those mint bushes around you
Are the perfect thing for your system
Aww clean clean it out
You must rid yourself from these these animal fixations
Oh I have some information for you
Oh I'll send you a telegram
Send it deep in the heart for you
Deep in the heart of your brain is a lever
Deep in the heart of your brain is a switch
Deep in the heart of your flesh you are clever
Oh honey you met your match in a bitch
There will be no famine in my existence
I merge with the people of the hills
People of the Ethiopia
Your opiate is the air that you breathe
All those mint bushes around you
Are the perfect thing for your system
Aww clean clean it out
You must rid yourself from these these animal fixations
You must release yourself
From the thickening blackmail of elephantiasis
You must divide the wheat from the rats
You must turn around and look oh God
When I see Brancusi
His eyes searching out the infinite
Abstract spaces in the radio
Rude hands of sculptor
Now gripped around the neck of a Dou-Sonic
I swear on your eyes no pretty words will sway me
Ahh look at me look at the world around you
Jesus I hate to laugh but I can not believe
Care I so much everything merges then touch it
With a little soul anything is possible
Ahhh I never knew you how can it be
That I feel so fucked up
I am in no condition to do what I must do
The first dog on the street can tell you that
From the thickening blackmail of elephantiasis
You must divide the wheat from the rats
You must turn around and look oh God
When I see Brancusi
His eyes searching out the infinite
Abstract spaces in the radio
Rude hands of sculptor
Now gripped around the neck of a Dou-Sonic
I swear on your eyes no pretty words will sway me
Ahh look at me look at the world around you
Jesus I hate to laugh but I can not believe
Care I so much everything merges then touch it
With a little soul anything is possible
Ahhh I never knew you how can it be
That I feel so fucked up
I am in no condition to do what I must do
The first dog on the street can tell you that
As for you you do as you must
But as for me I trust
That you will book me on the first freighter
Passage on the first freighter
So I can get the hell out of here
And go back home back to Abyssinia
But as for me I trust
That you will book me on the first freighter
Passage on the first freighter
So I can get the hell out of here
And go back home back to Abyssinia
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