Тексты песен «Guided By Voices»

My automated spouse has a bug in her blouse Invading my private space And secretly she sees... My cyber-son has found my gun My favorite son has found my gun ...And now the fun...

To seek the blood from precious stones is blasphemy The perfect angels who monitor your intentions God keeps his famous children---be respectable Temptation creeps to you like rapists in the night So smoke the rockets...

10-5-55-30 25-P-8-6-7-9-10 25-18-14-31 25-9-60-8-3 21-25-38-9 38-55-17-8 A-B-C-6-95-8 16-45-38-19-0 A-A-A YEAH! 5-10-15-25-30 4-15-18-8-6-9-5 31-15-19-14 G-B-A-X-1-3-2 25-9! 25-9!...

14 cheerleader cold front put your nose? beyond creeping boys in alleys (find them when your gone?) stick close to locker rooms and (waving clothes to wear?) you will hold them dear to something (queer and stare?) 16...

Taken aside and lectured on how the people do not act When forced and revealing hidden charms The last text on village firearms Loads of creamy music and lots of time to make it Behind the steamy newsroom - they...

She can take me all the way I have more to say but I can't have you step into my world ??? I love you I got one thing she says two things may be more things should be blue things I love blue, and yellow too I like to...

(R. Pollard - J. Pollard - Mitchell) 10-5-55-30 25-P-8-6-7-9-10 25-18-14-31 25-9-60-8-3 21-25-38-9 38-55-17-8 A-B-C-6-95-8 16-45-38-19-0 A-A-A YEAH! 5-10-15-25-30 4-15-18-8-6-9-5 31-15-19-14 G-B-A-X-1-3-2...

Hiding behind the mercury curtain Dark on the ??equinder?? who flies the coop In the age of transfusion Busting out for a fast game of motorcycles He finds a tag reading 'fast japanese spin cycle' And that's the code...

(not this one either) oh, to speak on one's feet to beat on one's brain the popular mechanics are at it again a tenement filled with side-show freaks assembled to downgrade an immpeccable arrangement by the soft-rock...

I drew up back when Mr. Skate came back from the attack The official fag saw the cake tossed into the lake And he crossed that lake with his overpaid army Of rats and snakes on whiskey ships And they are right, they...

I drew up back when Mr. Skate came back from the attack The official fag saw the cake tossed into the lake And he crossed that lake with his overpaid army Of rats and snakes on whiskey ships And they are right, they...

Pike fly mighty, every thing tries to In the uphill crick Kings and queens the same-fan that flame, and Hot soup boils in the wretched spoils of the clock collector's clique Why should I listen to you Why should I...

Can you hear their cries? Nowhere can the children run to hide Crimson rivers Flow down the hills Atone our ills And woe to all her songs of love A farewell to arms Mutilated lives Blackening as coffin line the...

Highlights with politic ??? Not what they say they are or what they mean Fisheyes and moonshine for the troops Good men shrinking nippy rusty gain (?) Coming back to you Living in your lonely dreams Look you know it's...

Many years we spent unpressured That we knew so swell Love in times of simple pleasures Only time would tell Oh, this is not to say We are not the way we used to be Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah We were not so fond of reason...

There's a kind of love And it won't be long But it comes from somebody else's song There's a world outside with a different view And it's obvious that it's just for you There's a kind of love But it won't take long for...

AhhhhAhhhhAhAhAhhhhAhAhAhhhhAh Wanting to choose Fight the scene through unreknowned leaders too And nothing is real She found me someone who wants to stone cheaters too And I think it's cool Finding out yr not one of...

Pollards mumbling here Rings of blue and Rings of gold So many stories to be told It hurts be worse than it hurt you You realize now thats not true..oohh Amber, neon, wet concrete A well-worn track a smothering heat...

Disarm the settlers The new drunk drivers Have hoisted the flag We are with you in your anger Proud brothers Do not fret The bus will get you there yet To carry us to the lake The club is open Yeah, The club is open...

The yellow moon looks down now Lights the scene for the night ahead Surround the chairs in a circle And I just can't sit down {chorus} But the freak stares on Puts on his glasses and he smokes it down That don't matter...