Funk

funky instrumental intro]

yea yea ye yeaa


[verse 1]
waiting for the weekend, 
watching TV  all day long, 
guessing where is f loating my partner, 
no one is on the phone

[ refrain]
few  little steps toward  future,
some of them in revers way
moondancing is the culture
I am not dancing anyway

[ instrumental bridge, drums and guitar reefs, choir in the background vocals ]

[ verse 2]

yeah, finaly, normaly, 
someone knocking on the door
from outside to inside ,
enetring black hat is wearing
white collar black shoes

[Bridge]
is this you, Michael?
ye ye yea
Is it you moonwalker?

[ outro]

the doors are open,
footprints on the floor
no one is outside
but you - feel - like better 
having emergency call

[ outro, ending of song with rhytmic drums ]

Waitin' for the Weekend


I walk these streets when the sun goes down
My feet hit pavement, that familiar sound
The buildings twist like they're made of clay
And I'm just cruising through this weird-ass maze

I'm a night crawler, baby
Moving through the strange and free

Streetlights bend like they're reaching out
People morph and shift, there's no doubt
This city's got a mind of its own
And I'm just wandering, flesh and bone

I'm a night crawler, baby
Moving through the strange and free

Traffic lights are spinning rainbows now
Sidewalks ripple, I don't question how
My shadow splits into three or four
Each one heading for a different door

Up on rooftops, looking down below
Watch the city breathe and ebb and flow
Colors bleeding through the window panes
While I surf these psychedelic lanes

I'm a night crawler, baby
Moving through the strange and free

By morning time I'll fade away
But right now I own this twisted day
The alleyways are calling out my name
In this fucked-up beautiful midnight game

I'm a night crawler, baby
Moving through the strange and free



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