Тексты песен «King Missile»

A narrative framework Another break with illusion A cognitive fallacy Imaginary reality These are all lies These are all lies Nocturnal emission Fraternal incision Internal submission Eternal division All of this...

Lou wanted to be noticed and understood, but he was so quiet. So one day he wrote the following poem: a four or five piece band where three or four of the people don't play any instruments performed in front of an...

Faces on the walls Invisible faces on the walls Faces of criminals Faces of animals Telling me to cut up your corpse Telling me to paint in your blood Telling me to slice up your face (Chorus) Faces all over the wall...

I'm in love again, oh-oh Been like this before, oh-oh I'm in love again, oh-oh This times true I'm sure, ooh-ooh Don't wanna be hurt like no nightly wonder, ooh-oh I been hurt so many times before, oh-ooh So my darling,...

Grayer than the widest overcast skies, these are Margaret's eyes Grayer than the cigarette falling on the sofa, these are Margaret's eyes Margaret has the grayest eyes I've ever seen Grayer than the cigarette she puts...

This one' called Martin Scorsese He makes the best fucking films (x2) If I ever meet him I'm gonna grab his fuckin' neck and just shake him And say thank you thank you for makin' such excellwnt fuckin' movies Then I'd...

Bassinets, clarinets, Proletarian chariots Polyunsaturated cinemaplexi- Glass cathedrals Anxious daffodils Falling off the window sill But better still a sleeping pill L-tryptophan's illegal Squirming, unlearning...

I like to sing I wish I could sing like those guys who can sing two notes at once, those Monks. It takes them ten years to learn how to do it, but it's worth it, because God really sits up and notices when you sing...

Mr. Johnson lives on the corner of our street And he laughs at our bell-bottom trousers and our bare feet And he calls us long-haired faggots as we walk by But we don't get mad, because we know he's uptight (Chorus)...

Muffy, She's an American orignal Muffy, Is she vegtable or mineral? Muffy, She lets it all hang out. Muffy, She lets it all hang out. Muffy, funny and freckly Muffy, she'll sell some memories Muffy, she knows what its...

My heart is a flower, Budding, blooming, dripping dew, Dropping petals all over the place, Making a big hopeless mess, Stinking things up, Waiting for someone to come over and suck the pollen out of me, Suck me dry, Til...

There is no point to life There is no point to death There is no point in continuing our meetings There is no point in not continuing our meetings There is no point is going out There is no point in staying in No point...

Once there was nothing but nothingness Then something happened and now there is somethingness Now there is allness and tallness and smallness Now there is roundness, profoundness and soundness And silence and violence...

Open the door to your heart and your mind There are so many places to go Open the gateway to a new time There are so many things to know (These next three lines are probably spelled horribly, I just listened to...

I Wish I had a story to tell I Wish I knew the story of the cardboard man, Or the Talking filmcanister, Or the Spoon that Moved I Wish I knew the one about the wise guru Or the honest Lizard I wish I knew about the dog...

A-and this one's called "Cold Pool." I-it's not really painful at all; It's just very uncomfortable. Ow! F*cking freezin you gotta fucking be kidding me! Jesus God fuck. This is fucking fucking cold. Fuck!...

I don't know what it is That is or isn't inside me That gives me that empty feeling inside of me A voice said to put it all down Pretend that it's all just a lie When the lamb and lion lay down Side by side Pigs will...

Nah, but I'm sorry But look I'm sorry But, Rock n Roll? Rock n' Roll will never die It's going nowhere It's here to stay What are you, fucking stupid? I'm sorry but nah but you're fucking high If you think rock n' roll...

I'd like to go to Scotland, I'd like to wear I kilt, I'd like to show off my two legs And do just what I wilt I'd like to go to Scotland And show off my two thighs, I'd like to wear a minikilt And poke you in the eyes...

Sensitive Artist by John S Hall King Missile (dog fly religion) _Fluting On The Hump_ Shimmy Disc 1987 I am a sensitive artist... I am a sensitive artist. Nobody understands me because I am so deep. In my work I make...