I ear you as you ear me
You want me as I own you
They feel you as you fist me
Look down at me as I phone you

Vasco Pompaelo*

Sky is turning, man in black leather comes
Shakra King of Gods waving
I am fine
Sky is burning, shark attack strike lonesome
Vesanumi, demon king facing
I'm in line
May your soul rise to heaven
Before the devil knows you're dead
Cause your soul is required
As this lotion of blood feels me
I'm drowning and it kills me
Stars are running, lepperd ghosts in the run
Shakra king of god's praying
Gor-Cock
Souls are vitering, the end is yet to be done
Brahama God of creation
Gor-Hen

Vasco Pompaelo*

Can I ass you a question?
I was dancing, blazzing,
eye ass facing, ecstasing

Moral objection, affection
Down head action,erection

Tonight the moon is orange
It's time to get pottie
My friend brought a strange
Slide into the party

Can I ass you a question?
No love share, unaware
Sticking gear, anywhere

Bottom line, wine
One in nine, sign

Never fear, I is here

Vasco Pompaelo*

I feel free to do
whatever I want
Cause I'm the man
and you're the haunted

Vasco Pompaelo*

You'll never get me
I'm more than you
Don't take your shit
You have the gun, but I'm the one
Nobody's taking me away
You better return, you better learn
I won't take your shit
Shoot it, screw it and save you from this world
I'll kill you, fill you and put your head on sold
This ground is to slippy to make your day
Between lines there's no safe signs
It's your own risk
Remember it's a bet you'll never win
It's part of the sin

Vasco Pompaelo*

Crashing tears, smashing fears
Stars above, styles on earth
Can you feel the little things
That make us big

Flashing sites, carroussel nights
Trippin bites, affraid of heights
Can't you feel the little things
That make us sick

Unprobable life, unusual wife
Insatiable heart, the love appart
Can you feel the little things
That make us dig

High activity, praticle life
Ignorance, mental reduction
All by influence
Of what surrounds you

Every day has a dawn
Everything is undone

Vasco Pompaelo*

To suffer is to love

My tongue is a danger adder
Poisener than a viper
Indifference will kill me
Beware! Wind is blowing
I'm the one controlling
You will run from me

To suffer is to love

I'm an eternal insaciable
Something you'll never be able
Temptation will run from me
One more night in the bunker
That's what I get for summer
Temptation will kill me

Every sun has a setting

Vasco Pompaelo*

Here for you

If you need happiness, I can give it to you
I'm fool, I'm cool, here for you
Stop searching it's right on your face
Grab it, stab it, feel it, it's here for you

Just because the sky is cloudly
It doesn't mean stars are dead!

Seas are turning brown, ancient crown
Boats sailing crossing sounds,here for you
I'm the power, the flower come and suck
Fresh polen in the air here for you

Just like a river I'll get home
Turning and turning all obstacles

I won't feel over till fill you up
Can't get sober waiting here for you
Surrounding my view, but untouchable
Never leave, never cease, I'm here for you

Here for you
Full for you

Here for you fool for you

Vasco Pompaelo*

Mild-Mannered

The engine runs,
only stops at my beat.
If I loose the leash
the machine takes over.
No longer the mind leads,
impulse spits from the dungeons.
Sinking suicide,
I shoot dards from my mouth.
Godfather's fluid.
I can feel the front of your car
on my face.
Speed up.
Let me collide at high speed
swallowed by your light.
Gonna lick the hashtray of your body.
Fill it up and do it again.
Pain.
I like it.
For you.

Vasco Pompaelo*

Your legs, your smile
For bets I die
Your hands stroll me
As flash thru lens
Deep inside a picture is taken

Your smile, your legs
For sex I lie
This man's holding
Passerelle's blue friends
Deep inside the picture, I fake

Vasco Pompaelo*

Dead Air

Don't wanna get involved.
Will destroy.
I'm bending and crawling with my face
in your ass.
I see infinite here.
The hole is bigger, I'll make it sticker.
One more cigarette and rotten I'll become.
Feel like I'm an exhibition.
Vision. Blind. Paralyzed.
State odyssey.
Incision. Kind. Stabilized.
Space. God to see.
My hands grab your will.
Come down.
With silence the noise will come.
Your chicken head comes out of the rooster.
I'll chip it and empty the platinium medal.

Vasco Pompaelo*

Perfect soul

An earning feeling within my soul
Like a step to a perfect gold
I fell an ecstasy pump inside the brain
Hilarious jump back unremains
Let the sun raise your face and inside
You'll feel embrace!
Love sustained in glass is like kissing
your goddamn ass!
Acoustic birds within my world
Like a step to a perfect soul
I pick the phone, I call my own and no one's home
I fell an ecstasy pump inside the brain
As Disco Volante is my oxygen rain
I pick the phone and call my own no one's home
I pick my own, I call my home and no one's on the phone

Vasco Pompaelo*

A bit

I'm a bit
A bit of a setting sun
A bit of everything you've done
I'm a bit
A bit of the love you won
A bit of every truth you grown
I'm a bit, not a little bit
I'm a bit, just that bit
I'm a bit
A bit of what you gave to me
A bit of everything you cried for me
I'm a bit
A bit of my love for you
A bit of everything I can fly to
I'm a bit, not a little bit
I'm a bit, just the big bit
A bit is a bit
And a bit you can't get
A bit is a bit
And a bit you'll never get

Vasco Pompaelo*

When I see you
Something growns on me
Takes me and all my needs
To a ballon made of pictures of us

But I'm here and you're there
And it seems to be forever
I'm not sad, bad, mad or sorrow
I just wish for tomorrow

Vasco Pompaelo*

Bayswater Farm

After months and months of praying
You realize truth is on your fate
The crime you did never hurted anyone,
but you.
And then you blame it on me, me, me.
Fuck you!!C'mon throw what you can now!
Take that stupid smile of your face
It's my turn now!
Fake that stupid slice of embrace!
Laughing gas bom would make a hell of a song
Crush my balls and let me count to one

Vasco Pompaelo*

Chalk

Turn on channel 3 robot stalking towards me
Ninfo mosquito fly away grab a stick blown away
Sky is falling but no one's there
Clapping hands on spider webs

Who's the voice
What's the choice
Loose the choice
Get no voice

Electronic rain coming down in condom bubbles
It's like on dreams I wake up dead
But still walking as a knife
To open my mind and make me see

Who's the voice
What's the choice
Loose the choice
Get no voice

There's a gap on feeling like you
Take your hands out of your pockets
Start the engine bohemian jet getting over
Cry out for a boom set me free

Who's the voice
What's the choice
Loose the choice
Get no voice

Vasco Pompaelo*

Megustrafika

Calamity! I'm turning into stress!
There's a truck over my head
I feel a touch very berebere
God didn't want it to be said

Molotov party inside my brain
I feel hot, cold, sun, the rain
Tazmania inside my veins
The reveillon with the saints

Brand fresh pie Ketama!
Walking like Bananarama
Getting high on Al-Hamana!
Highly drowned in the Sahara

Megustrafika
Tegustafrika

I feel the world but my hand's not full
Brought a cork you cannot pull
Morning look as a fool
Dromadero is my tool

Road trippin' just until
Palms, sand over the hills
Inspirable space you feel
The feeling is just unreal

Vasco Pompaelo*