Backseat Of My MindShe was a monochrome picture
Looking into my eyes
And I kissed her pale face and put her
With my pictures of old cars
And I heard the engines humming
And I heard a dreamy voice
And I whispered in the attic:
Bloody Collar Shadow ManBloody collar shadow man
Creeping around my house again
Sticks his ear on every door
Got his nose down on the floor
Bloody collar shadow man
Bloody collar shadow man
Creeping around my house again
Come Spring Come ReasonKissogram - "Come Spring Come Reason"
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текст:
Yesterday I slept
With my hairdresser
Now I've got curly hair
Girl In My ShowerI woke up at nine and got myself a coffee
For I had a very bad, bad dream
I was sleepy and tired
I washed my eyes
I couldn`t trust them
I became aware of...
Of a girl in my shower
I am the night before you dieI am the night before
I am the night before
I am the night before
you die
I make your pillow soft
I make your blanket warm
When silence blows a lullabye
I am the night before
In The WildernessGround floor - and I got no cash
All my pockets - full of trash
I ask a boy: where can I work?
He says: upstairs
In the widerness
First floor - assembly line
I'm working hard - and i waste my time
LucyBoring morning, friends have left
The sun shines in the dirt
Coke and cough, no home, no fun
The world is suddenly blurred
Lucy, Lucy, Lucy, Lucy, Lucy
Lose, lose, don't lose your mind
Lucy, Lucy, Lucy, Lucy, Lucy
Manager In LoveSix o'clock in the morning
I hear somebody calling
Me while I'm in the shower
She says: meet me at half past one
Quickly, quickly! I gotta get my things done
Why do you think it's me?
A poor manager am I
Prominent ManHe moved to the place where we were ten years ago
Where the yellow wallpaper used to fall from the wall
He wore a golden watch which said quarter to twelve
He said, "I need some dust on my Dior, Gucci, Chanel"
Tonight a glass of wine will stick in his hand
He'll look at greasy artists and then later he'll dance
Tryin' to look bored with a glance at his friends
Ratata-tawartime baby i'm leaving you now
it's like new year's eve but better somehow
i carry a picture of you in my heart
oh come on boys we're gonna ra ta ta taaa
i'm feeling good but it's crazy somehow
you're a bit crinkle but pretty aha
i love you i miss you i bla bla blah
Rubber And MeatSix o'clock, get up
You gotta get up
Work, lot of work
In a red romantic building from 1885
Now gloves and boots
Smells bad, but what the fuck
Now chop it, I chop it off
Shes an apple pieShe's an apple pie
With raisins inside
She's topped with cream
For my delight
She's an apple pie
She is my bride
I'm a steak
Snow white in the train
Snow White in the train
Combs her hair and looks at me again
Outside shines the moon
And makes me crazy about you
Comes a man, ticket show
I'm afraid, I have to answer "no"
Snow White smiles at me
The Deserterwartime, baby, i'm leaving you now.
It's like new year's eve, but better somehow
i'll carry your picture near my ha-heart - ah
come on, boys, we're gonna ratatata...
i'm feeling good but it's crazy somehow.
You're a bit crinkled, but pretty, a-ha
i love you, i miss you, i bla bla bla - but