Conor Oberst and the Mystic Valley Band |
Метки: music |
Аудио-запись: Lover,I Don't Have To Love |
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I picked you out Of a crowd and talked to you. Said I liked your shoes, You said, "Thanks, Can I follow you?" So it's up the stairs, And out of view. No prying eyes. I poured some wine. I asked your name; You asked the time. Now it's two o'clock. The club is closed, We are up the block. Your hands are on me, Pressing hard against your jeans, Your tongue in my mouth, Trying to keep the words from coming out, You didn't care to know Who else may have been you before. I want a lover I don't have to love, I want a girl who's too sad to give a fuck. Where's the kid with the chemicals? I thought he said to meet him here, But I'm not sure. I've got the money If you've got the time. He said, "It feels good." I said "I'll give it a try." Then my mind went dark, We both forgot where your car was parked. Let's just take the train. I'll meet up with the band in the morning Bad actors, with bad habits... Some sad singers, they just play tragic. And the phone is ringing, And the van is leaving Let's just keep touching, Let's just keep...keep singing I want a lover I don't have to love, I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk. Where's the kid with the chemicals? I got a hunger and I can't seem to get full. I need some meaning I can memorize. The kind I have always seems to slip my mind. But you, but you... You write such pretty words, But life's no storybook. Love's an excuse to get hurt. And to hurt. Do you like to hurt? I do, I do. Then hurt me, Then hurt me, Then hurt me...- |
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Аудио-запись: Bright Eyes - Down a rabbit hole |
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I heard you fell into a rabbit hole
Covered yourself up in snow Baby, tell me where'd you go For days and days Did they make you stay up all night? Did they paint your face that pasty white? You're thirsty but your appetite Is chased away The sun turns us to stone It's a cloudy day But we still can't go home Open our back cellar door Till we see the moon We're invisible No one ever takes the garbage out A new kid gets dare to touch the house He runs back only to announce There's no one home Does he paint the foil with a flame Smear the soda, taste butane For every fear that can't be named To calm you down Your heart starts skipping steps So your farther gone Then you might expect If your thoughts should turn to death Got to stomp them out Like a cigarette |
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