CHANGE lyrics W. Gembal music Herbal
I was way down in the valley when I felt that twitch
Yeah, it took one dreamy stare of yours to flick that switch

Something’s changed x2
Oh, I don’t know how and why, it all feels so strange
Something’s changed x2
And I’m pretty damn sure that it’s changed for good

Days keep passing and I’m asking
Oh tell me sweet Lord where have I gone wrong?
Days keep passing and I’m asking
Oh tell me sweet Lord what have I done wrong?

Well, it seems I blew the horn too early again
Yeah, it feels that nothing’s been lost and nothing’s been gained

Nothing’s changed x2
The grass ain’t greener and the sky ain’t more blue
Nothing’s changed x2
And I’m pretty damn sure that I’m done for good

AMOR FATI (aka Oriental) lyrics W. Gembal music Herbal
Here we stand at the dusk of time
Gather and sing the last song of mankind
Our reason shaped matter, our minds transcended all
Now we await a universe reborn

Every moment, every scattered thought
We will relive again now and evermore
Fear not the day of our solemn demise
Like a phoenix from ashes together we will rise

Here are the scriptures, the ancient words of God
Our last resort, our only light of hope
Words long forgotten, lost in the depths of time
Oh Lord, please hear us and grant us life divine

Oh Father, we beg thee, forgive us our great pride
We have forsaken thee, your wisdom we’ve denied
We’ve razed your temples, then deified ourselves
We needed no heaven, we had no fear for hell

Here we kneel awaiting thee, awaiting thee
Hear our prayers, let us rest by your side
We were blind, and now we see, now we believe
Please forgive us our sins, sins of mortal fools

WAY OVER YOU (aka Heartbreaker) lyrics W. Gembal music Herbal
So you’re standing there and in your head
You’re stomping a boot in my face until I drop dead
I guess you’ve got one hell of a mission out there
You’ve dug all the trenches, it’s a guerre personelle

Now, I don’t really know what your problem is
But if I can advise something, you’d better slow down, Mizz
I understand the urge to pass on that murk
But don’t you bother, baby, cause with me it won’t work

Cause I’m way, yes I’m way over you x2
Oh, you’re trying so hard just to bring me down
But hey, I tell you lady, you must think I’m a clown
Yeah, I ain’t no fool, you can’t break my cool

And so here we meet once again
Your eyes spit venom while I do what I can, but
I guess you’ve got that sort of attitude no one can beat,
Bad vibes somehow seem to keep you on your feet

I don’t really care what your problem is
But if I can advise something, you’d better slow down, Mizz
I understand one’s got to let off some steam
But I know other ways, there’s no need to be mean

Cause I’m way, yes I’m way over you x2
Oh, you’re trying so hard just to bring me down
But hey, I tell you lady, you must think I’m a clown
Yeah, I ain’t no fool, you can’t break my cool

GIMME LOVIN’ lyrics W. Gembal music W. Gembal
When you walked into the room
The first time I saw you, my heart went BOOM!
I was sprawled out on the couch
You returned the stare and shouted OUCH!

I want you baby, you wanna be mine
I see that flame that’s burning in your eyes
Let’s cut the chat lady, enough has been said
Body language is the one I understand

So, gimme loooovin!
Gimme looovin!
Yeah, it’s a thing any fool could do
So c’mon and blow me out of my shoes / Satisfaction’s guaranteed, it’s true

The flavor of your blood red lips
Drives me crazy, my mind begins to …hiss…………………………………………………
Let’s pretend there’s no future, there was no past
Oh, woman, woman, woman, we’re gonna have a BLAST!

I want you baby, you wanna be mine
Don’t need to tell it for the second time
Let’s cut the chat lady, enough has been said
Body language is the one I understand

So, gimme loooovin!
Gimme looovin!
Yeah, it’s a thing any fool could do
So c’mon and blow me out of my shoes / Satisfaction’s guaranteed, it’s true

Grandpa’s rocking in his chair
He can hear you scream but he doesn’t care
He’s got his mind set on the football score
It’s two-nil for his team, he’s longing for some more
Cool down, breathe the smoke of a Lucky Strike
I believe this is how heaven must feel like
I can’t believe it, you’re hot like a stove
That’s right, little girl, you were born to gimme love, gimme lovin