Тексты песен «Jawbox»

Taking division down to where I shouldn't be Turn pockets run aground in the green New way to see what's laid plain in front of me Nothing better than a look at what I shouldn't see When you examined the wreck, what...

Old Mule by Arthur Smith (Spoken) Old mule, you're the son of a donkey And I'm in the image of God Yet, here we work, hitched together Toilin' and tillin' the sod I wonder if you work for me Or I work for you, old mule...

Listen - There is no use in trying to explain Listen - Is it your fault she made those cuts again? To let out blood she thought it made her bad Or maybe just to cut you out instead Keep your head (Chorus) Cauterize

Hey angel, consider your position Afraid to be consumed Savory Savory, your sympathy Hey angel, fly over and bless me See you feign surprise And I'm all eyes And you're all you need to be Hey angel, whatever...

i've got this syllable sickness called the six-second blues no doubt quixotic talk has been subsumed send down one last time that last send down didn't cut it send down one last time breathe in deep and then you shut...

in precious little circles thoughts run races dead in the water, black and still drowning in downsize none finish first no stars get us out of this hold slow down, just two are left i see your smile shine red in the...

real time, is this real time or am i just top standby watching ceiling lines studying blank signs downtime, is this downtime but we're fixing nothing just watching plate and fire that burn first touching annealing...

i sunk my eyes in static you taught me how to see it now there's no sign of you at hand so i stop looking at it my head is splitting trying to read the name that you abandoned congratulations sister you put yourself...

here's a game that self-destructs when it's properly set into motion saves you the effort, it breaks on it's own perspective is gone; you're watching it sliding away let it slide stark and empty place let it slide into...