Casiotone for the Painfully Alone все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

the 2nd of april 1998
is when they came & took him away
it was raining hard
secret service men were standing in the yard
she wiped the tears from her eyes
she knew this day would come

the sunday paper was scattered on the floor

Raccoons in the trash, a voice on the breeze
The fits and the screams when you were only thirteen
You had the attic room, you heard the whole thing
Under the slanted ceiling your dad painted blue
Whatever happened to you, only the worst could be assumed
You're dreaming often of the attic room

In other rooms with other boys

The last time I was here it was december
The last time I was here you were mine
But I happen to know for a fact
That it's not december anymore
And it's been six months since
You made your final beeline for the door

And since you left I've made a list

we used to drive to phoenix in the summers
to see your sister & mom & go swimming in the pool
we'd take the 15 to the 40 over to route 66
before we dropped out of school

now you work at a candy store
& we don't talk so much anymore
but i still wonder sometimes

hey Bobby Malone it's good to have you home
so you tried your own route & it didn't work out
well you're not alone

a job that made you crazy in a town you won't miss
& the drunks you called friends were a means to an end
& this is the end

Don't borrow the car
That's what we've got bicycles for
We'll ride all night under the streetlights

If you get off at ten
I can come by your work & meet you then
It's warm tonight & a t-shirt will be fine

cap & gown in purple & gold
you're 22 years old & a woman now you're told
Aunt Beth & Charlie cut a check for the graduating niece
& you marked your independence with a signature on a lease
but home was a photograph you taped to your wall
it's gonna be a cold white Christmas in St Paul

beer for breakfast who's gonna scold

i hope your summer's lots of fun
hooray for class of '91
and though we've never talked that much
i hope we always stay in touch
i wish i'd got to know you better
and had the nerve to pass some letters
that i wrote to you in class
i guess the year just went too fast

You say you don't want me coming around anymore
You sit in the window, you won't answer the door
The phone rings and rings
You won't let me bring you things anymore.

There are 26 steps to your door
But I won't be counting those anymore

Lifted scissors from the pharmacist
with the want to take them to my wrist
oh & if these evil thoughts persist
I could only hope I won't be missed

Traded escape route from viny vein
to passage on an Eastern train
& to ensure I won't be back again

you can stand at a show all night
somewhere in the back just watching the bands
you can try to pretend nothing's wrong
& clap for the songs

or drive all night for no reason
just drive til the tape's done
& leave everything to the long long road

How harsh the herald angels sing
I've been puking my guts all morning
Oh too bear the hex of unfairer sex
It's difficult and it's boring

I guess I just quit drinking
I guess I just quit smoking
I guess I'll need some names

Eleanor, it seems your heart's on your sleeve
And it's the reason that you want to leave
So if you're going to go, just go, just go
We've come to understand that the letter in your hand
It came from a boy who won't be your man
And it's tragic, yes it's true, but don't let it ruin this town for you

Eleanor, it seems that train's going to leave

Я Creedence Clearwater Wright
лучший друг Elodie Eye
мы были вместе еще с начальной школы Percy
с 1985
после колледжа вместе переехали в Philly
сняли две спальни на South & 9th
Я продал свою виолончель так что мы могли себе это позволить
Также Эл достались деньги бабушки после смерти той

i remember watching you go
& the long walk home
past the blinking light
of the strip clubs& the carl's jr
& i remember brushing your hand
& how it made me feel so sad
i wanted to hold your hand so bad

carol come outside
wanna gonna go for a ride
we got an ice cream truck
and fireworks to light

with the music up
loud as we can stand it
roman candles in a vacant lot

they played the records that we all know
they played em fast and they played em slow
with crazy lights and the music loud
it just wasn't the same somehow
it wasn't the same somehow

i wish we could dance the same as before
but i don't have it in me anymore

back in the town
of pulled out lungs
shot ear drums
displaced kisses
everyone misses
miss me in kansas

the second i got out of the van

oh my god
what if we had an accident
oh my god

till you're dead
that's how long you're a parent
till you're dead

i finally wrote you the letter
w/ all the things i've been meaning to say
but i was walking to your apartment
& the letter fell out of my pocket on the way
seven pages on 16th street
i lost my words under tires & feet
& you'll probably never have a clue
coz i'll probably never say a thing to you

Chapped lips, tounge kissed
insert expletive
fluids of a summer night,
with slight duress
forced imperatives
find me quoting Pennington.
a delicate blend of sweat and menstrual blood
seeping into trampled grass.

If you ever make it back to Nashville
Remember you have still got a friend
I'll meet you at the Parthenon
That's the place we always went

It's been so dull since you left Nashville
I've read the same books again and again
It makes me wish I wasn't bashful

I got some news on you from a friend
you're in Charlotte again
teaching Spanish at high school

he said you're going by Joy
you cut your hair like a boy
& you don't talk to your old friends

Woke up with fingers crossed
In a boy's bed with your pants off.
After polite declines of coffee and toast,
walked home itching in last night's clothes.

Past the Phone Booth and the Beauty Bar,
the broken windows of your neighbors' cars.
Through the backdoor to a message from Sis,

you took the baby to your mother's end of June
& kissed her for the last time
on the bed in your old room
then up to Northfield in the Fairmont just you two
you always drove the getaway
so you wouldn't have to shoot
& after a couple jobs like clockwork
where not one of you had slipped

i've dreamt of this haunt
the ghosts of 1666
the hazy lecture halls
lund cathedral in wisps

the bells get carried aloft
by the strong nordic wind
but don't remind me of how oft

carson, flannery, and trune
line the bookshelves home
waiting tables in some cafe
paying my student loans
and if they didn't make me sneeze
i'd get a cat, name her louise
someone to talk to, ???

Carson Flannery and Jerome line the bookshelves at home
Waiting tables at some cafe to pay my student loans
If they didn't make me sneeze, I'd get a cat and name her Eloise
It'd be someone to talk to in the least

A listless intellectual in her prime
Scrabble high score: 409
With nothing remarkable to leave behind

the clasp broke at the disco Mom I'm sorry
& the older men who hit on Becky
nearly broke their necks on scattered pearls
& we searched the best we could
for two entire songs we knelt & felt along
the place where we had stood

but we only found 7 of Grandmother's pearls

it gets worse before it gets better
that's what your best friend said in the letter
all the pictures are still on the shelf
& you're barely making rent by yourself
your mom is worried for your health

you said it right from the start
these sorts of things fall apart

i've never seen you so awful
i found you at the bottom of a russian novel
gold medal and a crown
a cardigan and a frown
all maladjusted and clever
the greatest smiths fan ever
your picture in the papers
the captions shout

you went out with your best sweater on
with every intention of dancing till dawn
but when the dj played that song, it all went wrong
crying in the cabride home
with frank sinatra on the radio
but it might as well have been lil kim
when every song you hear still reminds you of him

I reached into my wallet and I pulled out one single crisp clean dollar bill
And I handed it to you, I watched as you adjusted your sun visor
To keep the glare out of your eyes
Then you rolled down your window and you paid the toll taker

As we drove away I watched you push your hair behind your right ear
And you turned to me and you smiled, and in that smile was everything
You were all I'd ever wanted

When you were mine
I gave you all of my money
And time after time
You done me wrong

It's just like a train
You let all my friends come over to eat
You were so strange

your little white car looks like a rental
and it's stalled at the Sav-On coz the starter's temperamental
call your boyfriend it goes to voice mail
leave a message baby get me please

wait at the laundromat read a magazine
tear out the page with the picture of some shoes
you get impatient go to a cafe

been this way for almost all my life
wasn't born here Mom & me moved here when I was 5
these Kansas City boys are dull as butter knives

had this little car since I was 17
the tape is busted got a boom box in the back seat
blasting Misfits all up & down these streets

In my dream last night everything was so bright I could barely make you out through the light in my dream last night there was no sound to your sight & all your comforts were subtitled white on white
put a penny on a railroad track
for you to pick up on your way back how can it be that you are gone to stay
in my dream last night anything that you‘d write would unravel & lift like a mist out of sight
but in my dream last night I guess you seemed alright you weren‘t scared or anything
put a penny on a railroad track
for you to pick up on your way back how can it be that you are gone to stay
all the rain on the day that you died

and we've all but lost our chance
for a summertime romance
I watch the days slip into fall
and you still won't return my calls
maybe you'd like to go to a show
please would you call me and let me know
when you finally get home
i'll be waiting by the phone

you were alone
I saw you from that second story window
no sign of Jerome
he burned your would'ves
right down to the cinders

so why'd you go
the party's full of friends

"Young Shields"

there's a shield around us
it's invisible & soundless
& we drink too much & fuck too soon
smoke cigarettes in rented rooms
we quit our jobs & shoot the moon
& cut our wrists & sleep til noon