The world as we know it

 Song of the day;;

→ Saint Motel - You Fine

Fine art collector

An angel investor

And you really caught my eye

Oh, I see a value where they wouldn't dare to

You shine like a diamond who's lacking refinement

You never thought you were a prize

Well, you might not show it but dear, I just know it

You fine

So fine

It's just a matter, a matter, a matter, a matter of time

You'll realize

That you fine, you so fine, you so fine, you so fine

In their eyes

And then I'll have to go wait in line

Like Jerry Maguire

An agent for hire

I only rep those that can win

I don't hedge my investments and vest my assessments

On whimsical missions or nearsighted visions

Or shooting stars up in the sky

You might not see it but darling, believe it

You fine

So fine

It's just a matter, a matter, a matter, a matter of time

You'll realize

That you fine, you so fine, you so fine, you so fine

In their eyes

And then I'll have to go wait in line

You fine

Oh, you fine

You fine

You fine

So fine

It's just a matter, a matter, a matter, a matter of time

You'll realize

That you fine, you so fine, you so fine, you so fine

In their eyes

And then I'll have to go wait in line

Bulletproof

 Song of the day;;

→ Saint Motel - My Type

Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh ooh

Take a look around the room

Love comes wearing disguises

How to go about and choose?

Break it down by shapes and sizes

I'm a man who's got very specific taste

You-you-you're just my type

Oh, you got a pulse and you are breathing

You-you-you're just my type

Ooh, I think it's time that we get leaving

You-you-you're just my type

When there's loving in the air

Don't fight it, just keep breathing

I can't help myself but stare

Double check for double meanings

I'm a man who's got very specific taste

You-you-you're just my type

Oh, you got a pulse and you are breathing

You-you-you're just my type

Ooh, I think it's time that we get leaving

You-you-you're just my type

Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh ooh

La-da-da-da, la-da-da-da dah

La-da-da-da, la-da-da-da da-da

La-da-da-da, la-da-da-da dah

La-da-da-da, la-da-da-da-da-da

La-da-da-da, la-da-da-da da-da

Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh ooh

You-you-you're just my type

Oh, you got a pulse and you are breathing

You-you-you're just my type

Ooh, I think it's time that we get leaving

You-you-you're just my type

Lett å være rebell i kjellerleiligheten din

Song of the day;;

→ Saint Motel - At Least I Have Nothing

Finally I can be true to a cause

I can be far from the money

I can be free from all jobs

And I know that sounds crazy

But everything does

We're all gonna die here

At least we could try

At least I have nothing

Nothing to tie me down

Not even someone

I've got no more family in this town

I had such high hopes for the minds of our generation

If we had some goals, we cold reach out and take them

Finally I've got nothing called home

I know the true joy of sorrow

Of which I'm sharing alone

And I probably messed up

Made a mistake

At least it was mine

At least I can say

At least I have nothing

Nothing to tie me down

Not even someone

I've got no more family in this town

I had such high hopes for the minds of our generation

If we had some goals, we cold reach out and take them

Instead we're apart, no movement to follow

We are just stuck inside their business model

I probably die here

I probably will

I say it again

I'll scream out from hell

At least I have nothing

Nothing to tie me down

Not even someone

I've got no more family in this town

I had such high hopes for the minds of our generation

If we had some goals, we cold reach out and take them

Instead we're apart, no movement to follow

We are just stuck inside their business model