Тексты песен «Augie March»

Honey goes candy in the condiment cupboard, Unwax it. unplug it, What you discover in August nights, Like children walled in and papers drawn up for life - That kind of truth you can't crack with a knife. Smoke...

Duty, who's your master? Who gave you fingers? Who gave you to me? And why do we always dream of disaster When we pay our dues to disaster with some loyalty? And when its work is done, and we ought to just pick up...

There's a place I've been told, and when I grow old I may go there, I've been told that my family's bones may lie under the snow there, And with my little bag, and with my little dog, Who sleeps on my chest when he...

Well our dogs get along, but have you noticed how easy evil dialogues of ours come out of wanting, for so long, an easy laughter, to feel guilty for some - Throw us in the oven where the angels fly, They still...

"Smash my glim!" cried a regular card, Blast my eyes, The faking boy'll never speak again or sing again O O O Oh no, see how the floor is a window, and suddenly nothing below I have a pink and living guise still...

Here sits a once good gardener, pale as a shadow of a doubt, Once a happy dweller of a garden good, once a sleepy sinner, Once cast out To the sea where the crossy-eyed maids murmur low, "do you see, do you see...

Here sits a once good gardener, pale as a shadow of a doubt, Once a happy dweller of a garden good, once a sleepy sinner, once cast out To the sea where the crossy-eyed maids murmur low, "do you see, do you see...

What do the men say To the women when they lay down at night. All naked of arms from the old imagined fight? And how do the women hear? In kind and in likeness of light - "In kindness you needn't and neither do I,...

This honey month I'm telling you Don't go turning your radio on, A one and a two, should I talk to you, Like the others do? Get yr knees up beneath the bar, I'm leaving now, but I won't go far... This honey...

What's wrong, sad Prince? The body is soft, the heart is cold, You were tongue-in' for danger, but danger bites back, It only lays down for the reckless and you weren't never bold Think of all you'd never do.....

How sweet it is to be loved by you, And taking your medicine, And feeling individual, And audio-visual, You see I'm hearing everything you see, And seeing everything, you hear To every idea a shelf, To my wings...

Well it tastes like a Sunday, There should be music in the front room, And the markets a'milling With the people in the afternoon. And there's a question to be asked If you're drinking alone, It's what horse were...

This is a song, not like the other ones, Secret and selfish and somewhat hollow. In the middle of this song there seemed to grown another Of indeterminate length and origin. To populate a people's song, first you...

Pity the boy in front of me He was only 16, Lifted up my axe then down, Split his head like a cord of wood. Not for me the huon pine, Not for me the ankle iron, A'resting in the rope'll do me fine. So they sent me...

The golden sun is ever gentle in the Valley of Making, Where it's the middle of the Autumn when it isn't high Spring, There are men of many colors and women of all races wearing white, white linen and smiles on...

There is no such place, o yes I have seen it too Just a little different from how you do, A river winding blue among the dunes and a marble bed A sun that doesn't set but settles. There is no such place. If I lower...

There is no such place, o yes I have seen it too Just a little different from how you do, A river winding blue among the dunes and a marble bed A sun that doesn't set but settles. There is no such place. If I lower...

There's something at the bottom of the black pool, I daren't dredge it up not while the weather's still cool, It's a feathered thing, its origins are mixed and untrue, Once a straw-body, now a lamb-picker, now a...

Here on the hill above the settlement, the buildings are talking, A tower to a terrace says the word's on the street, the dead are walking... The brows are arched of the mews across the street, By a pale ochre light...

We will adjust to this new condition of living like a man with his entrails now out him not in After certain techniques of torture accustoms himself to a new condition of living...train. Thoughtful godless men find...