Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

Big hands, hold on to your machine
In the eyes of the factory you've got a life
In the grinding and stamping and twisting and molding and bolting

Big hands, hold up your tiny home
They're razing the city
You can go to the plaza and visit your kids

Scrub a dub dub, showers fall from heaven
Scrub a dub dub, rinse your worries away

Hop to it, before the thunder drowns our mouths
We'll sing a song of curves and bends and slippery skin
Let's make our heads explode and fill the storm with flying ash
The rain will swirl us away and wash out our dirty minds

You sleep so you won't notice the weight upon your breast
You drift on winds you can't feel, flowing so your dreams won't end
What have you done to manufacture your own fear?
It could last forever - no one can see you in there

Black and rusted handcuffs chain you to your bed
Struggling exhausts you - rest your heavy head
Stop the dream while you can

You can fizz out the top or settle to the bottom or stand still inside a liquid life.
You can float away or melt into the ground, but scientists can watch you through the glass and measure forces pulling you, and measure forces pushing you, until you stand still and make the shadows stop.
Vaporize, solidify. Hummingbird in a cube of ice.

Leaves flutter, blink at the sky
The pictures in your mind speed by
Branches sway, nod to the air
Your frenzy takes you nowhere

Standing silent they talk to each other
Swaying softly the sing with each other

Glaring down at beauty as he crawls across the page
His lusty crusty reptile mind has latched upon her face
Because a lizard's brain can't surmount the hurdles seen
Now she's a lizard's dream in a fashion magazine

Now a single thought has commandeered his tiny brain
One idea stands alone: he must have this lovely maid
Hot passion stokes his soul, nostrils flare with cold desire

Eloise is saying "Put out your light", the following day: "MOVE!"
I drink Eloise every night, I drink Eloise and put out the light
She shakes a swingy thing that's making my bells ring and all the whistles give a rusty spray
Too much desire for one mouth to hold, too much pain, energy and fear

Too much desire for a shy mouth to hold
Too much desire builds up inside mouths that are closed
Too much desire is released when lips part in awe

Narlus Spectre
Better get your gun
Better twirl around in circles
Better shoot up at the sky

Milva Spectre
You sit back in your room
With the curtains drawn

Undertakers gather round and get me ready for the underground
Take your makeup and magic fluids and gussy me up for my solitude
No, I can't take it with me, so I might leave it with you
No, I can't take it with me

Undertaker take your purse and stuff it full from the back of the hearse
Fill your coffers with the coffins you carry and dump my body at the cemetary
No, I can't take it with me, so I might as well leave it to you