Willis Earl Beal все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

Don’t need no self-help guide
Just to keep me in line
Don’t need to rush the tide
’Cause I’ll be just fine
The winds, they softly blow
Upon my brow
And I don’t need to know
Anymore than I do now

Tweed jacket, trucker hat, cup of tea
I'm just sitting at the table thinking about me
With my moccasins on and waiting by my phone
With my half-masked eyes like a tear-less drone
I am the deep down clown, you better throw me a bone
'Cause I'll be making that sound, when they leave me alone
With the pots and pans, my voice and my hands
And my spoon drumstick, with this innocuous trance