Back to the Audio - Lyrics - Waltari

He's got a delicate sound, he knows how to roll the stones He's walking like a thunder where ever he goes Everybody admires him with full respect Longing for his great sound that the crowd will beg Now it's time to climb back in and put out the tune And no chance to come out 'fore next day noon It's time to get buried and create the beast With a number one hit you leave the net in peace Back to the audio back to the audio back to the audio Back to the audio back to the studio back to the audio (I made with a beastie a deal) The machine is on, it is time to press play While his girl calls asking him to come home again He'll put out a tune with pure flesh and blood Spending five days in a studio in a row Back to the audio back to the audio back to the studio Back to the audio back to the studio back to the audio Back to the audio back to the audio back to the studio Back to the audio back to the studio back to the audio He's such a lovely guy (with all the promises he makes) He's such a lovely guy (he tends to live his feelings all alone) He's such a lovely guy (he'd walk beside her if he could) He's such a lovely guy (a master of the fantasy of truth) He's really obsessed with This rhythm that flows thru his instincts This rhythm won't leave him in peace Before he will get it for me (I made with a beastie a deal) He puts out all his senses And sets up in his mind, all his fences He has to be closed to get connected in..to The phrase of the universe, the mind within (I made with a beastie a deal) Back to the audio back to the audio back to the studio Back to the audio back to the studio back to the audio Back to the audio back to the audio back to the studio Back to the audio back to the studio back to the audio He's such a lovely guy (no-one can see what he is missing) He's such a lovely guy (he tends to live his feelings all alone) He's such a lovely guy (he'd walk beside her if he could) He's such a lovely guy (he has to fill his duty all alone) (I made with a beastie a deal) Everybody admires him and his odd life And his absence makes his girl only dream about being a lovelylovely wife These days of creating are making him wait in, fainting, Painting his tireness to his wonderwall Can't you understand, they need more... The long distance call in a studio hall... Why the walls are so ***' tall? Back to the audio back to the audio back to the studio Back to the audio back to the studio back to the audio Back to the audio back to the audio back to the studio Back to the audio back to the studio back to the audio He's such a lovely guy (with all the promises he makes) He's such a lovely guy (he tends to live his feelings all alone) He's such a lovely guy (he'd walk beside her if he could) He's such a lovely guy (a master of the fantasy of truth)