- 9 вечера
Back to the street where we began
Feeling as good as lovers can, you know
Now we're feeling so good
Pickin’ up things we shouldn’t read
It looks like the end of history as we know
It’s just the end of the world
- адель
There’s a fire starting in my heart
Reaching a fever pitch, it’s bringing me out the dark
Finally I can see you crystal clear
Go head and sell me out and I’ll lay your shit bare
See how I leave with every piece of you
Don’t underestimate the things that I will do
- Бля Буду
У тебя на роже прыщики будут, бля буду!
Я тебя любить не буду, бля буду, бля буду!
И твои кривые зубы долго помнить буду,
Долго помнить буду, буду, бля буду, бля буду!
Синие глаза твои косят слегка, бля буду!
Смотришь на ботинки, видишь облака, бля буду!
А под носом барадавка смачная, бля буду,
- бог
It's these substandard motels on the (lalalalala) corner of 4th and Fremont Street
Appealing only because they are just that unappealing
Any practiced Catholic would cross themselves upon entering
The rooms have a hint of asbestos and maybe just a dash of formaldehyde
And the habit of decomposing right before your very lalalala eyes.
(Along with the people inside)
What a wonderful caricature of ...intimacy
- всегда
When the world get’s too heavy put it on my back,
I’ll be your levy.
You are taking me apart like bad glue
on a “Get Well” card.
It was always you falling for me.
Now there’s always time calling for me.
I’m the light blinking at the end of the road,
- глория
I can only hope it’s true enough
That every little thing I do for love
Redeems me from the moments I deem worthy
Of the worst things that I’ve done
It saves me from myself at times of envy when I’m missing everyone
If I wake in the morning I only need two more miracles to be a saint
Everything I promised everyone I’d be
- делай ошибки
Placing a smile at the perfect event,
gracing my skin with the side of my hand.
If I ever leave I can learn to miss you,
but sentimental boys (?)
Let me save you, hold this rope.
I may never sleep tonight,
- джентельмен
Things are shaping up to be pretty odd
Little deaths in musical beds
So it seems I’m someone I’ve never met
You will only hear these elegant crimes,
Fall on your ears from criminal dimes
They spill unfound from a pretty mouth
- новая перспектива
I feel the salty waves come in
I feel them crash against my skin
And I smile as I respire because I know they’ll never win
There’s a haze above my TV
That changes everything I see
And maybe if I continue watching
I’ll lose the traits that worry me
- останови меня
Fall to your knees
And kiss the ring, the crowds rejoicing
All of my dreams
Wake up to despise the world I once loved
Why would you bring me in if you knew what you’d become?
So curse everyone and everything
Even the sun
- память
He was the congregation’s vagrant
With an unrequited love
When your passion’s exaltation, then finding refuge is not enough
She was the youngest of the family
And the last to be let go
When they decided they would try and make it on their own
- портман
Is it still me that makes you sweat?
Am I who you think about in bed?
When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your dress?
Then think of what you did
And how I hope to God he was worth it.
When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as you're fingers touch your skin.
I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck
- почти ведьмы
Dès le premier jour
Ton parfum enivra mon amour
Et dans ces instants
J’aimerais être comme toi par moment
Mais depuis ce jour
Je n’ai qu’un seul et unique regret
[On the first day
- убьем ночью
If I retreat, words, wars, and symphonies
Make room, we're taking over here
And you're the galantine, cold and alone, it suits you well
Won't find me perching here again
May your feet serve you well
And the rest be sent to hell, where they always have belonged
Cold hearts brew colder songs
- ураган
Are you worth your weight in gold?
‘Cause you’re behind my eyelids when I’m all alone
Hey stranger, I want ya to catch me like a cold
You and God both got the guns
And when you shoot, I think I’d duck
I led the revolution in my bedroom, and I set all the zippers free
We said, “No more war! No more clothes! Give me Peace! Oh, kiss me!”