La Vie en Musique

ZeBra

I can be loud man, I can be silent
I could be young or I could be old.
I can be a gentleman, I can be violent.
I could turn hot or I can be cold.
I could be just like the calm before the storm
Waiting for all hell yeah to break loose.
I could be innocent or I could be guilty
Doesn't mean that I man believe in no noose

I could be rich like a wandering Gypsy
I could be poor like a fat wallet lost.
I could be first or I could come last
Its not who breaks the ribbon
It's how you get across.
I could be red blue black + white sunset
Darkest at day man brightest at night
I could be the sun man I could be the moon
I 'm made up from the stars man
I shining so bright.

I could be asleep man, I could be awake
I can be alive or be the walking dead
I can be ignorant, I could be informed
I could lead my life or i could be led
I can be anything i put my mind to man,
all i gotta do is give myself half a chance
I can bring love back into my life
and share it with the world if i got some balance.

DrIvE

Sometimes , I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear
And I can't help but ask myself how much I'll let the
Fear take the wheel and steer
It's driven me before , and it seems to have a vague , haunting mass appeal
But lately I am beginning to find that
I should be the one behind the wheel

Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there with open arms and open eyes
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there
I'll be there

So if I decide to waiver my chance to be one of the hive
Will I choose water over wine and hold my own and drive?
It's driven me before and it seems to be the way that everyone else gets around
But lately I'm beginning to find that
When I drive myself my light is found

So whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there with open arms and open eyes. Yeah
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there
I'll be there

Would you choose water over wine..
Hold the wheel and drive ?

So whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there with open arms and open eyes. Yeah
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there
I'll be there

I BET YOU LOOK GOOD ON THE DANCEFLOOR

Stop making the eyes at me, I'll stop making the eyes at you
And what it is that surprises me, is that I don't really want you to
And your shoulders are frozen, cold as the night
Over you're an explosion, you're dynamite
Your name isn't Rio, but I don't care for sand
Lighting the fuse might result in a bang

I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
I don't know if you're looking for romance or...
I don't know what you're looking for
I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984

I wish you'd stop ignoring me, because you're sending me to despair
Without a sound you're calling me, and I don't think it's very fair
That your shoulders are frozen, cold as the night
Oh you're an explosion, you're dynamite
Your name isn't Rio, but I don't care for sand
Lighting the fuse might result in a bang

Oh there int no love no, Montague's or Capulets
just banging tunes in DJ sets and
Dirty dancefloors and dreams of naughtiness