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Psychosis - Peshay



     
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Psychosis Lyrics


Well, it's a different man in your face
And so out of place
That you can see anything
There that you wish
Kiss my blissIt's like I'm a welcoming freak show doormat
Held in awe while growing fat in the head
This is where we all should see red
A bit fat wet slab of redAnd I see that it makes
Me anti-everything
And I see that it makes me want
To shed my skin, shed my skinRevelation leading to my psychosis and inspiration
Digest another hallucination, psychosis by recreation
Happy till the next deterioration, psychosisFor you it's a different notion of music and motion
A dance of lights, a prosaic ocean
A delicate, nearly transparent creation of somebody's soul
On the screen has caught you in betweenOf somebody's life on the stage
And somebody's life on the front page
And this is where we all should see red

A big fat laughing mouth of redAnd I see that it makes
Me anti-everything
And I see that it makes me want
To shed my skin, shed my skinI think I'm gonna start my own religion
Seems to be the recipe for a new sensation
Think it's gonna make a trendy revolution
Quite the contribution to the unnatural selection

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Peshay real name Paul Pesce began djing in 1987. His first break came in '92 at a rave called Genisis and around the same time he also got into production. Within the year he met Goldie, who showed great interest in Peshay's production skills, that resulted in a release on Reinforced: "The Protégé E.P" named by Goldie himself. This was followed by "World of Music" on J.Majik's Infra-Red label and then a collaboration with LTJ Bukem entitled "19.5" on Good Looking Records and the ground breaking "Vocal Tune" and "Piano Tune" also released on Good Looking Records.

Read more about Peshay on Last.fm.


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