Name: Lipgloss by Max Ceddo
Duration: 4 min 31 s
Description: Lipgloss. She's always wearing flip-flops. She thinks they're kind of hip-hop, Britpop, lollipop. I don't know!

Hold U

Posh Spice

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My Daft Experiences Songs Do Not Make Sense

The Chocolate That Broke the Tooth

falling back is easy

Future

Moreton

Nowhere to hide.
Nowhere to run. 
No way to stop.
What is to come.
They're trying to buy...
Your sacred light.
Your sacred light. 

No point in work.
It's all been done.
Nothing to show.
You won't become.
They're trying to buy.
Your sacred light.
Your sacred light.

I was standing at the side of the road.
Hoping somebody would lighten the load.
They're trying to buy.
Your sacred light.

I was dreaming of running away.
I couldn't find truth in what they said.
They're trying to buy.
Your sacred light.

We're all at fault.
Now we are gone.
The game is lost.
The race is run.
They're trying to buy.
Your sacred light.
Your sacred light.

Do you beleive all the lies that they told you? yeah.
Mother Russia. (Motherfucker)
Mother Russia. (Motherfucker)
Did you buy what they sold you? yeah.
Mother Russia. (Motherfucker)
Mother Russia. (Motherfucker)
We are gonna blow you all away.
Deliberator.

Do you beleive all the lies that they told you? yeah.
Mother Russia. (Motherfucker)
Mother Russia. (Motherfucker)
Can't you feel how they hold you? yeah.
Mother Russia. (Motherfucker)
Mother Russia. (Motherfucker)
We are gonna send them all to war.
Instigator.

Do you beleive everything that they told you? yeah.
Mother Russia. (Motherfucker)
Mother Russia. (Motherfucker)
Did you use what they sold you? yeah.
Mother Russia. (Motherfucker)
Mother Russia. (Motherfucker)
We all know what's in store.
Mediator.

Do you beleive all the lies that they told you? yeah.
Mother Russia. (Motherfucker)
Mother Russia. (Motherfucker)
Can't you feel how they hold you? yeah.
Mother Russia. (Motherfucker)
Mother Russia. (Motherfucker)
We don't give a fuck what you all say.
Conspirator.

Mother Russia

Lipgloss. She's always wearing flip-flops. She thinks they're kind of hip-hop, Britpop, lollipop. I don't know!

Lipgloss

dark synths old times , when black colour suit was the rule !

falling stars One

Just south of town, ‘bout a mile down the road, there’s a little dirt road to the right.
Take it till you get to a little red house with a picket fence that’s mostly white.
Take a hard, hard right, then turn back to the left, then go about another mile
There at the bottom of the hill, you’ll see it, it’s guaranteed to raise a smile.

The first thing you see when you walk in the room is a picture of a pig with a beret on.
But don’t get too attached, ‘cause he’s the main course; working your appetite.
Hush puppies light enough to float in the air, slaw that gets right to the point.
Peach cobbler if you’ve got any room left at Boston Billy’s BBQ joint.

When you walk into the room you’ll see somebody you know,
If you don’t, well, you will before long.
There’s a band with a fiddle and a 5-string banjo playing your favorite song.
At the bar, that’s Babs, she will start you a tab; she’s got beer and liquor and wine.
And if you don’t look suspicious, you might get your fondest wishes
When she brings out a bottle of ‘shine.

The first thing you see when you walk in the room is a picture of a pig with a beret on.
But don’t get too attached, ‘cause he’s the main course; working your appetite.
Hush puppies light enough to float in the air, slaw that gets right to the point.
Peach cobbler if you’ve got any room left at Boston Billy’s BBQ joint.

NYC-based musician/producer/singer-songwriter.

Lipgloss

Max Ceddo

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