Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Åge Sten Nilsen
Lead Vocals
Bernt Jansen
Bass
Trond Holter
Guitar
Øystein Andersen
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Trond Holter
Composer
Åge Sten Nilsen
Songwriter
Bernt Jansen
Arranger
Øystein Andersen
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Trond Holter
Producer
Björn Engelmann
Mastering Engineer
Remo G. Munkeboe
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
Do ya really wanna, do ya really wanna taste it?
(Get it on, get it on top) make a move extreme
Make a pose shortcut to your dreams
A float straight to the stars on that flying thing
(Getting high, getting brave) getting snow-blind game
(Set, go) pick a tune, chick harpoon in a world beyond
Get a beat, got a heat on a phony string
Tear your world apart
Once the magic starts
Do ya really wanna, do ya really wanna taste it?
What's going up must come down
Do ya really wanna, do ya really wanna taste it?
Baby, I'm losing ground
Blind to what you'll soon become
The mirror lies, the whole world's wrong
But you dancing with your blinkers on
Throw your dog the invisible bone
(Say I do, say I will) and put your jet in gear
Anything to get you out of here
Gotta go hit that ride to the setting sun
(Pack it up, get ahead) gotta leave this mess
Behind, gotta cruise from the blues got a life to find
What you need's, there to read on the dotted line
Kill your self-control
Welcome to the show
Do ya really wanna, do ya really wanna taste it?
What's going up must come down
Do ya really wanna, do ya really wanna taste it?
Baby, I'm losing ground
Blind to what you'll soon become
The mirror lies, the whole world's wrong but you
Dancing with your blinkers on
Throw your dog the invisible bone
Poison to your mind
Devil in disguise
Do ya really wanna, do ya really wanna taste it?
What's going up must come down
Do ya really wanna, do ya really wanna taste it?
Baby, I'm losing ground
Blind to what you'll soon become
The mirror lies, the whole world's wrong but you
Dancing with your blinkers on
Throw your dog the invisible bone
Do ya really wanna, do ya really wanna taste it?
What's going up must come down
Do ya really wanna, do ya really wanna taste it?
Baby, I'm losing ground
Blind to what you'll soon become
The mirror lies, the whole world's wrong but you
Dancing with your blinkers on
Throw your dog the invisible bone
Written by: Trond Holter, Åge Sten Nilsen