DREAMGIRL 
The new album from Honey Gentry

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Summer Air

Storms That Breed

Lyrics

La mia Tipa 

Omicida Fragile 
La colpa non la tocca 
Butta feti come se 
Fossero carta sporca 
Per i vermi è un buffet
Anche lei lo sarà 
Ed è un pasto da RE
L'anima che mi da

La mia Tipa pratica aborti
Gioca a palla con i bambini morti 
Dorme poco salta i pasti 
E mi fotte per dimenticarti 
Nuota nuda dentro al sangue 
Me lo succhia dalla testa alla gambe
La mia Tipa fa a cazzotti 
Ma va matta per i piselli mosci 

Quando mi coccola 
Divento immune dalla gravità 
È bella e morbida 
L'adoro come una divinità 
Da ogni bimbo che fa
Aspira il cervello con una sonda 
E lo regalerà 
A chi un cervello per nulla non ha 

La mia Tipa pratica aborti
Gioca a palla con i bambini morti 
Dorme poco salta i pasti 
E mi fotte per dimenticarti 
Nuota nuda dentro al sangue 
Me lo succhia dalla testa alla gambe
La mia Tipa fa a cazzotti 
Ma va matta per i piselli mosci 



LA MIA TIPA

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Idea behind the song;
The human mind is a cosmos constricted in a cranium, in mysteries, it finds delight, In every dawn, and night. Humans evolve at different stages of life and it's all already programmed, the more you think about the entity who programmed human version 1, the more you get fascinated on why the human brain is capable of doing everything it does.
Check out the Visuals of Mystical minds over at YouTube(https://youtu.be/sret4CWoXUA)

Mystical Minds

THE SOUND OF HEAVEN.wav

Beach House - Rough Song (Mitch Wood Edit)- bad landr version

BBC Radio 1 (2016)

Flesh Without Blood

Lyrics: 

I wanna wear big sunglasses 
to power through the rain
I wanna dress in all black
and sit alone on the train   

I wanna eat alone tonight
in fact I’d like to starve 
cos I can’t live and face the fact
that I live in the past 
 
CHORUS:
Baby I, I’m begging you
stay away from me
I won’t ever trust
I won’t even lust
after someone new
I ain’t even good at doing the one thing I know how to do
call me what you like
I ain’t even your type 
who knows a fake whore 
might be good for you

I wanna get drunk tonight 
and sit and stare at the door
I wanna be kissed tonight
but I don’t really know what for

I have to be held tonight
or I’ll fall to the floor
I need to be told by someone 
that I’m not a real whore
        
CHORUS

the world has always tried to prove
that I’m not good enough 
everything i’ve ever loved 
has softly fucked me up

I was walking down the street
he tried to pin me down
even strangers hear the tale 
bout the lonesome gal bout town

CHORUS

Fake Wh♡re (explicit)

Slowdive - Golden Hair (OST Mysterious Skin)
Slowdive - Golden Hair 
Mysterious Skin

𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐞 - 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐫 (𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐧)

Beach House - Rough Song (Mitch Wood Edit)- bad landr version

Mitch Wood

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