Oszibarack Lyrics, Photos, Pictures, Paroles, Letras, Text for every songs

B i o g r a p h y
(by Marvellous Mag')

Őszibarack is a polish project that deserves being promoted abroad but no-one has money for it, unfortunately. Őszibarack is a hungarian word for a peach - they saw it one day on a carton of juice and decided to name their band like that. If you like Goldfrapp, Bjork or Mouse on Mars, you should also like Oszibarack. The music is magical and can easily bring me into another state of mind . Nice combinations of electronic sounds. Interesting female voice.

Boys and girls
So joyful
Their lips pure

Mirror rabbits army
Non water guns
Not plastic
Let's be sincere
There aren't polite boys anymore!
Skirts up!
Let's be sincere
There aren't polite girls anymore!
Danger
Stop it!

It is so japanese

She wanted to touch the sky
With her hand
Put her wings up
Which she has never had
She hold her breath stand peacefully
Even if joy was shouting inside her
She wanted to feel like a bird during the flight
But mother-earth was deep inside her

She always wanted everything to lick
She always wanted everything to try

It is so japanese...
Little alarm-bell
Intuition
She had it on the top of her tongue
Kiusiu island inside her lungs like an air

It is so japanese
It is so japanese...

Let it be a spell

Today
I cannot meet with you
You won't fulfill night
With with with the juice
Let it be a spell
The night is shrinking
Cause it's su-su-surprise
Timeless
Nameless
Memoryless
You're scooping out of me
With a spoon from the ocean bed

I don't want nothing more

There is a dream
Which i prefer the others
Flowers blossom
Flowers...

I'm inside you
I'm inside you
I'm inside you......

Lips, one of those lips
Which i want to lick

I'm not in the rush
Everything happens itself
I'm not asking for anything
It happens itself

I don't want nothing more!

Moshi moshi

There are thoughts
That should be killed in a seed

There are words
That should never drift in the air

To forget who i am...

Made of ice

I'm waiting for what will happen...
Made of ice
Made of ice
Made of ice
Made of ice
And stirred ocean
I'm waiting for what will happen
Room seems to be friendly
And pleasures are included
Made of ice...
And stirred ocean

First station (i miss u)

Me
It's not me
Not the same
It's not me
Me
It's not me
Yours
Not yours
Nobody's
First station
I miss you
Next station
Magic!
It's so inspiring
Please taste this
Tell me if it's too sweet
First station
I miss you
Next station
Magic...magic...magic...

So close, so faraway

So close, so faraway
My lips are for sale
Today
Cause
I don't care

Boys are scared of my eyes
Girls, girls

I've stopped being paranoid about us
All those explosions and cracks
Fires, fires
So close, so faraway...

Plim Plum Plam

Anchor Up

The sea inside me
Time passes by but
I still feel like 13 as a child
Dad buy me a nickel bike
I don't want to get married

Anchor up
Anchor up…

I don't fancy
Disco-dances
Snow white dress
Bride's veil
I'll ride around the world

Anchor up
Anchor up…

Liquid Song

If I just
Poured from the lips to the table
Fill the room with me
If I locked
The door just to be on the safe side
Fill the room with me

It's like a tight-lipped
Oh liquid scream
It's like a tight-lipped
I float up

The cup runs over
The cup runs over
The cup runs over
To saturate

The cup runs over
The cup runs over
The cup runs over
To saturate

Stillness
It's all it seems to you
My heart faints on sight
Lucky me
Here comes the night
The night
I turn a dear in a dream

It's like a tight-lipped
Oh liquid scream
It's like a tight-lipped
I float up…

Surfin’ Safari

Holidays are brilliant
The sea is intensely blue
A boat tossing on the waves
Beautifully suntanned arms
Pink paper pink dreams
On a bamboo-bamboo branch
Ice cream dripping from the chin
Street dances homeless nights
All I have
Are my spaces
Careful eyes
Sun-kissed skin
I don't envy
‘Cause I know the feeling of wandering
Across the country
I'm so familiar with station smell
Lack of ticket
Lack of home

Toss Your Lasso

Forgive me please
I hunger not
No appetite
She says
Don't like it
You say no and even less
When you agree

Forgive me please
I hunger not
No appetite
She says
Don't like it
You say no and even less
When you agree

I see right through your hand
Johnny come on come on come on
I see right through your hand
Come on kiss me

Toss your lasso around me
Smooth as you draw yo’shooter
Toss your lasso around me
Smooth as you draw yo’shooter

Who knows
How you do it
Every lass wants to
She says
Beckon me you cowboy
I know you want me

I'll bear your son
I'll bear your son
And he'll grow to be
Just the men you are

I see right through your hand
Johnny come on come on come on
I see right through your hand
Come on kiss me

Toss your lasso around me
Smooth as you draw yo'shooter
Toss your lasso around me
Smooth as you draw yo'shooter

Wherever you are
Machu picchu
Burkina Faso
Cincinnati
Your voice will find me
Your voice will find me

[Picture : Paweł Chrzanowski]

Motocross

Tissue paper
A twisted piece of me
Beauty spot on your skin
I chew my lip
I'm so tired of the zigzag
I don't want to sleep alone
I don't want to sleep alone
I don't want to sleep alone
Bruce lee on TV
Cauliflower on the plate
Take me on your shiny motorbike
Let's leave the others far behind
I don't want to sleep alone
I don't want to sleep alone
I don't want to sleep alone

A Piece Of Work

Boo-yah, boo-yah

Melody
Flows low
And slithers to watch
I melt like chocolate
Boo-yah, boo-yah
Drum and bass
A fucking bass
Sounds
Unknown to the never
Something will hatch
And melody
As if someone
Somewhere
Listen in
It's all coming alive
It's all coming alive
It's all coming alive
It's all coming alive

Point Blank

Deep down deep down
Lips hips knees toes
Top surf humbug check
Don't look back
Don't look back
Deep down deep down
Drop me softly
Sink into me
Top surf humbug check
Don't look back
Don't look back
Hold me up so high
Hold me up so high
Hold me up so high
Hold me up so high
Drop drop drop me softly
Sink sink sink into me
Top surf humbug check
Don't look back
Don't look back
Hold me up so high
Hold me up so high…

Molly

The mirror
It used to be her

Quick look into the room
The short one, at him
His eyes-impatient
Maybe hope was hidden
Deep in her heart
She waited for
One more word
One more look
But from now on
Her smile her whisper
Her songs
Not for him
Anymore
She is weightless
And she weighs a ton
Just one list time
One last touch
The sink, the bath
One last look
The mirror
It used to be hers

Play It Again

Uphill in deep mist
Where nothing can be seen
I feel like falling down
You want to explain it all to me in a dream
But i cannot get to sleep
It doesn't matter what you say
It's all in the air
It's all in the air
I like this song
I like this song
I like it so please
Play it again
Playing echo
Echo of first kiss
Excuse the play on words
I'll tap the rhythm with my hands on the table
Don't make me beg you
Play the guitar
I like this song
I like this song
I like it so please
Play it again

Stop Calling Me Skinny

A tot of me
A tiny piece
I'll only pretend
I'm asleep
Unruly girl
Tries to be good
Make it clear
Make it clear tonight
Leave me alone
Stop calling me skinny
Swollen
Broken me
No inferior
No inferior space to be
But it's not your meadow hare
Make it clear
Make it clear tonight

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Marry me
Before the sunset
Drowning in daisies
Let the morning haze
Bless us
We'll give our
Promises
To the butterflies
Frogs herons crickets
Will give us a wedding
Siskins mice bees
Will give us a wedding
He reads in her
With his eyes closed
Resonance last night
Tiny tiny tiny dynamite
My heart
Growing like
Like a balloon
That will burst
Frogs herons crickets
Will give us a wedding
Siskins mice bees
Will give us a wedding