Homebrew
Album - 20 ottobre 1992 - Debaser id 43114

(N. Cherry/C. McVey/L. Kravitz) Into a world I plunge thru my headphones, escape into the streetlight I begin to believe in destiny when my surroundings in rhythm with me I'm just a grain of sand walking in a sea of people I look around me and my name is just someone For a moment in time I belong Where my heart beats the fear is gone like destiny Chorus: So move with me I'm strong enough to be weak in your arms Move with me I'm strong enough to be real in your arms Whispering as I was driving quietly the car was rolling like a bullet I was feeling the speed moving me faster. Addicted to the rhythm on my ghetto blaster That's me supposing that the clarity of thought Is clear enough to think it's real enough to touch The wind on me got me tripping can I keep you next to me Till the end of the world Chorus X2 Like the joker on the pile never coming or going The colour of my true cards was showing Keeping in touch with an idea that I been growing Trust trust I must trust with my head on my chest I rest with the rest of the restless Chorus...

(N. Cherry/C. McVey/K. Barnes/J. Barnes)
Call yourself a family man
Talking 'bout the families plan
To bring the sweet talk deep and down
Works better than an average pick up line
You put your woman out to pasture
On the promises you gave her last year
Peace and love is on your head
And the grass is greener playing 'round
Your family seed is what you spread
Chorus:
Buddy my friend
Who you think you fooling
Buddy my friend
And what about your woman
Buddy my friend
Who you think you fooling
Buddy my friend

I don't care what you do
But there's a hypocrite that lives in you
Cause if your woman gave her love
In the same way that you do
You'd feel a-way
You know you would

Chorus

Buddy my friend
Treat her that way
And you'll be X-D soon
Buddy X-D soon

(n. cherry/c. mcvey/g. barlow)
Wake up without a blink
To an even pace where nothing moves
Except the pressure from a funky saturday
Dropping like bricks on my head
Or over the milkyway
Starlit electric beams had only just touched me
I must have dreamt myself astray
The only milkyway i have is in the middle of the day
Chorus:

Somedays are better than somedays
Good sundays are better than somedays
Today i'd even take a bad monday
Cause this sunday's a pure pressure inside of me





Danced till my feet were blue
To erase the thoughts i just remember you
Tears lost in the turn of the years
Return on days like this
Kissing in the sunrays
I knew that it was sunday
Cause my memory's like blueprint in my head
Chorus

(and the little rap says)
Give me grits and eggs give me ham and bacon
And a pancake with some maple syrup
Cause it is sunday
(god knows what the dogs are saying)
We made it thru....maybe