XXI century Youth is calling

Oh you pretty girls, pretty boys.
What a tremendous power has stolen your delicate temptation, that perfect seduction. Hidden under unnameable self significance high above the sky, stars... Words - deep as a sea and brightness that you shine. Oh you pretty gods and goddesses of rusty iron.
Have you ever felt love?

Pack up your troubles, let's head out

Where did you see emptiness last time?



Three crossroads away. On the corner of my street.

Out Of Control

I was young

I was foolish
I was angry
I was vain
I was charming
I was lucky
Tell me how have I changed

Now I'm out
Oh out of control
Now I'm out
Oh out of control
Oh help me now

Desert rocks / Woodstock memories

Mary Jane sells different story. About a way that runs to the rocks of Death Valley.
Have you ever smell the heat of the desert when winter's rushing?