Тексты песен «Laurie Anderson»

I live on the highway near the Puppet Motel. I log in every day. I know the neighborhood well. Now about the residents of the Puppet Motel They're more than a little spooky And most of them are mean. They're runnin' the...

Sharkey's Night Sun's going down Like a big bald head Disappearing behind the boulevard. It's Sharkey's night. It's Sharkey's night tonight. And the manager says: Sharkey? He's not at his desk right now Could I take...

Last night I saw a host of angels And they were all singing different songs And it sounded like a lot of lawnmowers Mowing down my lawn And up above kerjillions of stars spangled all over the sky And they were spirals...

You know the little clock, the one on your VCR the one that's always blinking twelve noon because you never figured out how to get in there and change it? So it's always the same time just the way it came from the...

You know the little clock, the one on your VCR the one that's always blinking twelve noon because you never figured out how to get in there and change it? So it's always the same time just the way it came from the...

Sun's coming up. Like a big bald head. Poking up over the grocery store. It's Sharkey's day. It's Sharkey's day today. Sharkey wakes up and Sharkey says: There was this man... And there was this road...And if only I...

Sun's coming up. Like a big bald head. Poking up over the grocery store. It's Sharkey's day. It's Sharkey's day today. Sharkey wakes up and Sharkey says: There was this man... And there was this road...And if only I...

Sun's going down. Like a big bald head. Disappearing behind the boulevard. (Oooeee.) It's Sharkey's night. Yeah. It's Sharkey's night tonight. And the manager says: Sharkey? He's not at his desk right now. (Oh yeah.)...

What's this? A little dust in my eye Well I'm not the type to cry It's four a.m. I'm standing by the bed where you lie Sleeping the sleep of the newborn I put [my] finger to your lips. Warm air. Five a.m. You lift your...

Standby. You're on the air. Buenos noches Senores y Senoras. Bienvenidos. La primera pregunta es: Que es mas macho, pineapple o knife? Well, let's see. My guess is that a pineapple is more macho than a knife. Si!...

You know those nights, when you're sleeping, and it's totally dark, and absolutely silent, and you don't dream, and there's only blackness, and this is the reason, it's because on those nights you've gone away. On those...

Daddy Daddy. It was just like you said Now that the living outnumber the dead. Where I come from it's a long thin thread Across an ocean. Down a river of red. Now that the living outnumber the dead. I'm one of many...

(The Eagle and the Weasel) It was August. Summer of '82. You had that rusty old car And me I had nothing better to do. You picked me up. We hit the road. Baby me and you. We shot out of town drivin' fast and hard...

It was August. Summer of '82. You had that rusty old car And me I had nothing better to do You picked me up. We hit the road. Baby me and you. We shot out of town Drivin' fast and hard Leaving our greasy skid marks In...

Moon rises and sets In the real world Islands and hurricanes Wind blows in fort jersey It floats across the pave Into the open ocean It's a good day To run away Freedom is a scary thing Not many people really want it...

They say that heaven is like TV A perfect little world that doesn't really need you And everything there is made of light And the days keep going by Here they come Here they come Here they come. Well it was one of...

I no longer love your mouth. I no longer love your eyes. I no longer love your eyes. I no longer love the color of your sweaters. I no longer love it. I no longer love the color of your sweaters. I no longer love the...

I don't know about your dreams But mine are sort of hackneyed. Same thing, night after night. Just...repetitive. And the color is really bad - And the themes are just infantile. And you always get what you want - And...

Anyway, I was in Israel as a kind of cultural ambassador and there were lots of press conferences scheduled around the performances. The journalists usually started things off by asking about the avant-garde. aa So,...

The day the devil comes to getcha you know him by the way he smiles The day the devil comes to getcha He's a rusty truck with only twenty miles He's got bad brakes he's got loose teeth He's a long way from home The day...