The beauty of it
from You will walk alone by Pygmy Johnson
lyrics
The beauty of it
You come to me with your doubts and fears
But all I can see are exhausted tears
Running down your cheek
All the goddamn week
When you appear with your hurt and pain
All I can hear is a weak complaint
Your life is so confused
And all I need is a good excuse
I'm going to make you cry
For the beauty of it
I'm going to make you suffer
For the beauty of it
When you tear down, torture and destroy
All I can feel is a delightful joy
Your mind is such a mess
All you need is a god to bless
(Look at me now)
You like to play and you like to cheat
Guilt and remorse make your life complete
Now you've crossed the line
Sweet little liar, I'm gonna make you mine
I'm going to make you cry
For the beauty of it
I'm going to make you suffer
For the beauty of it
I'm going to tell you lies
For the beauty of it
I'm going to hurt you
For the beauty of it
You come to me with your doubts and fears
But all I can see are exhausted tears
Running down your cheek
All the goddamn week
When you appear with your hurt and pain
All I can hear is a weak complaint
Your life is so confused
And all I need is a good excuse
I'm going to make you cry
For the beauty of it
I'm going to make you suffer
For the beauty of it
When you tear down, torture and destroy
All I can feel is a delightful joy
Your mind is such a mess
All you need is a god to bless
(Look at me now)
You like to play and you like to cheat
Guilt and remorse make your life complete
Now you've crossed the line
Sweet little liar, I'm gonna make you mine
I'm going to make you cry
For the beauty of it
I'm going to make you suffer
For the beauty of it
I'm going to tell you lies
For the beauty of it
I'm going to hurt you
For the beauty of it
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from You will walk alone,
released April 28, 2014
written & composed by Pygmy Johnson
© Krapfen records / Burn your fanbase / Pygmy Johnson 2014
written & composed by Pygmy Johnson
© Krapfen records / Burn your fanbase / Pygmy Johnson 2014
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Pygmy Johnson Paris, France
Pygmy Johnson was born in the Cayman Islands. During his childhood between the seashore and the offshore companies, he developed a taste for travel and a sense of secrecy. This mythomaniac « rock crooner » had been travelling through Europe before he came to Paris where he started to compose and play an electric and sexual music, mixing fiction and derision, erotic pulsions and strange melodramas. ... more
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Apr 2014
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