Noise Solution Lyrics

Song	Noise Solution
Artist	Groovy Aardvark
Album	Vacuum (Remastered)
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	作词 : Vincent Peake
	作曲 : Vincent Peake
	You might not notice the difference
	We’ve changed with his assistance
	Gave us a place to breathe
	That could provide some peace
	And space to fill with our noise solution
	Yes noise, precious noise
	The crackle of amplified toys
	Drowning of a backbeat too that could
	Drive a train through you
	This old owner unbothered by the sound
	For the hell of it
	Rented out the ultimate playing ground
	For kids under the streets
	Who could appreciate the heat
	Emanating from the corridors
	Bands burning up in the locals
	Pretty soon word passed around
	The hottest spot in this winter town
	Was behind the door in the parking lot
	Of a building that has yet to rot
	Owned by a man who called it home
	That place looked more like sewage
	Fat rodents feasting on garbage
	Armed with our rat broom
	To make it to the bathroom
	So damn dark we’d never hit the can
	But all day, every day
	He’d clean and toil without pay
	He left his small house and big wife
	To be part of our life
	Took us in and we loved to hang around
	It was disarming as hell
	To know he had common ground
	With kids under the streets...
	Future was always bright
	Never saw you cry
	Didn’t get a last goodbye
	And that’s why!
	My jaw hit the paper
	Poor ol’ Emile was murdered
	Death may come when you least expect it
	Young man, schizophrenic
	In a grave motion of panic
	Couldn’t get worse
	He had finally hit the ground
	And put an end to his life
	But the story must go down
	To kids under the streets...
	Alcohol fueled mayhem
	Friday nights were big then
	Mescaline in the halls
	Times they were Burning Tall
	Through heavily sedated crowds
	He stood sober and proud
	Picking up broken glass
	People who fell on their ass
	Part of our weary past
	I hope his memory lasts

	zuo ci : Vincent Peake
	zuo qu : Vincent Peake
	You might not notice the difference
	We' ve changed with his assistance
	Gave us a place to breathe
	That could provide some peace
	And space to fill with our noise solution
	Yes noise, precious noise
	The crackle of amplified toys
	Drowning of a backbeat too that could
	Drive a train through you
	This old owner unbothered by the sound
	For the hell of it
	Rented out the ultimate playing ground
	For kids under the streets
	Who could appreciate the heat
	Emanating from the corridors
	Bands burning up in the locals
	Pretty soon word passed around
	The hottest spot in this winter town
	Was behind the door in the parking lot
	Of a building that has yet to rot
	Owned by a man who called it home
	That place looked more like sewage
	Fat rodents feasting on garbage
	Armed with our rat broom
	To make it to the bathroom
	So damn dark we' d never hit the can
	But all day, every day
	He' d clean and toil without pay
	He left his small house and big wife
	To be part of our life
	Took us in and we loved to hang around
	It was disarming as hell
	To know he had common ground
	With kids under the streets...
	Future was always bright
	Never saw you cry
	Didn' t get a last goodbye
	And that' s why!
	My jaw hit the paper
	Poor ol' Emile was murdered
	Death may come when you least expect it
	Young man, schizophrenic
	In a grave motion of panic
	Couldn' t get worse
	He had finally hit the ground
	And put an end to his life
	But the story must go down
	To kids under the streets...
	Alcohol fueled mayhem
	Friday nights were big then
	Mescaline in the halls
	Times they were Burning Tall
	Through heavily sedated crowds
	He stood sober and proud
	Picking up broken glass
	People who fell on their ass
	Part of our weary past
	I hope his memory lasts

	zuò cí : Vincent Peake
	zuò qǔ : Vincent Peake
	You might not notice the difference
	We' ve changed with his assistance
	Gave us a place to breathe
	That could provide some peace
	And space to fill with our noise solution
	Yes noise, precious noise
	The crackle of amplified toys
	Drowning of a backbeat too that could
	Drive a train through you
	This old owner unbothered by the sound
	For the hell of it
	Rented out the ultimate playing ground
	For kids under the streets
	Who could appreciate the heat
	Emanating from the corridors
	Bands burning up in the locals
	Pretty soon word passed around
	The hottest spot in this winter town
	Was behind the door in the parking lot
	Of a building that has yet to rot
	Owned by a man who called it home
	That place looked more like sewage
	Fat rodents feasting on garbage
	Armed with our rat broom
	To make it to the bathroom
	So damn dark we' d never hit the can
	But all day, every day
	He' d clean and toil without pay
	He left his small house and big wife
	To be part of our life
	Took us in and we loved to hang around
	It was disarming as hell
	To know he had common ground
	With kids under the streets...
	Future was always bright
	Never saw you cry
	Didn' t get a last goodbye
	And that' s why!
	My jaw hit the paper
	Poor ol' Emile was murdered
	Death may come when you least expect it
	Young man, schizophrenic
	In a grave motion of panic
	Couldn' t get worse
	He had finally hit the ground
	And put an end to his life
	But the story must go down
	To kids under the streets...
	Alcohol fueled mayhem
	Friday nights were big then
	Mescaline in the halls
	Times they were Burning Tall
	Through heavily sedated crowds
	He stood sober and proud
	Picking up broken glass
	People who fell on their ass
	Part of our weary past
	I hope his memory lasts

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