Lirik Lagu Deep Fried in Kelvin - Pulp
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
Oh children of the futureConceived in the toilets at MeadowhallTo be raised on the cheap cold slabs of garage floorsRolling empty cans down the stairway(don't you love that sound?)Whilst the thoughts of a bad social worker ran through his headTrying to remember what he learnt at training collegeLester said he wasn't allowed in hereSo why don't you get lost?And if you grow upThen when you grow up, maybeMaybe you can liveLive on KelvinYeah you can live in KelvinOn the promenade with the concrete walkwaysWhere pidgeons go to die(a woman on the fourteenth floor noticed that the ceiling was bulging as if under a great weight.When the council investigatedThey discovered that the man in the flat aboveHad transported a large quantity of soil into his living-room,In which several plants he had stolen from a local park were growing.When questioned, the man said all he wanted was a garden.When questioned, the man said all he wanted was a garden.)Oh God, I think the future's been friedDeep fried in KelvinAnd now it's rotting behind the remains of a stolen motorbikeI haven't touched it, honestBut there isn't anything else to doWe don't need your sad attempts at social conscienceBased on taxi-rides home at night when exhibition opensWe just want your car radioAnd those Reflux speakersNowSuffer the little children to come to meAnd I will tend their adventure playground splinters with cigarette burnsAnd feed them fizzy orange and chipsAnd then they grow up straight and tallAnd then they grow up to liveOn KelvinYeahWe can have ghettos tooOnly we use air-rifles instead of machine-gunsStitch thatAnd we drunk driving lightsIn the endThe question you have to ask yourself isAre you talking to meOr are you chewing a brick?
