Тексты песен «Mark Lenover»

I'm just a bundle of suppressed nervous ticks My medication is making me sick A fog upon the brain A stagnant cloud which neither storms nor dissipates I was a fury of force and holy fits I was a turbulent, productive...

I am rushing at a bullet And the bullet's standing still My heart's racing toward a precipice That contracts as winter kills I am offering my poverty I am offering my name I am offering my sympathy And an indelible...

I buried a friend today Poor thing, she went in a common sort of way Such a pretty face, balanced on a bottle-neck It makes you wonder why they'd bother Sewing it back on Do you think she came clean in the bath?...

Now, to face the sunrise The breaking of the waves Come all yea feckless invalids It's time to face the day As you walk upon eggshells You swallow the flame As you baulk at the mirror You plaintively make your way Down...

Mr. Finch collects physicians, he calls them all his own But each of them just looks at him and tells him to go home Then panic closes in I hope that whiney shit gets his He might be sick, but it isn't catching Though...

Give us your daughters Bring us your sons We've got some graves to fill And a slaughterhouse to run You will curse our names Over and over and over and over again Follow your master's lead Yeah, he's so hungry He's got...

It came up from the wetlands, under Waverly Hill It came, quiet and crazy, then it stood perfectly still It stunk of the tunnel, it stunk of dying too young It had ash on it's eyelids and it had snow in it's lungs And...

Baby girl, you know I love you You know I'll never let go of you And if we ever lose each other I'll meet you at our table in the dark Baby girl, you know I love you You know I'll never get tired of you I'll always be...

I'll leave you to sleep through your delicate fantasies Leave you your eyes and your agonized smile I'll leave you to hide behind sheltering lunacy Tricks of the mind played out in black and white I'll leave you alive,...

She showed up at her psychiatrist She blew her nose, and he looked delighted The tumours spilled out into her handkerchief The good doctor lit his pipe and grinned 'Cause everybody knows her paranoia Was solely cause by...

We've all learned how to hide Behind decadent tricks of the mind We savour the distance we sow Between us and the rest of our kind We're all mixed up Each in noxious, insulating clouds We're all mixed up, Decked out in...

Molly turns the light on as she turns the alarm off Yeah she rails against her daughter's fits and gives the kid a cuff 'Cause she's late to catch her bus, and mommy's had enough Of her precocious wit today Molly backs...

He'd tell his mother how to Catch butterflies in plastic tubes To crush, crush, crush them into paste But now his neck-tie has him He scours the newspaper for clues About how his tails get tucked away For the day, every...

She was the picture of beauty and grace He bottled her magic and fixed her in place His music was written all over her face He mined her perfection and chipped it away, Reducing his lover to poems and paint As his...

Blank manifestos The rustling of leaves The lives of the scarecrows The wind in the trees The unnoticed rapture A simple refrain: 'How is your master, and what is his name?' How can what's lost be saved? How can our...

It's so dark, underground We're drunk on Marx A dozen rounds plus one Come out with your hands up, or you die Throw your guns down and reach for the sky The chopping block The cold gray cells We'll make them talk We'll...

He writes as he tilts his head To catch the whispering, up with The hiss of tape recorders But there ain't nobody there Oh no, there ain't nobody there Then he goes out to the shops That line up outside his house He'll...

He kept her locked, In his mother's antique jewelry box And she'd always spin when he called Like a good little girl She'd remind him of his mother and The pin-up girls his father kept A secret in the bottom of his...

When the knell sounds We'll be called to account And to justify All the time that we've wasted ironing the emperor's new clothes The cuckoo's are repeating, 'I know it all, I know.' Just an echoing parody passing it's...

Give us a proper taste of lunacy Stand up and give us a recital Tell us of your psychotic fever dreams, Of sickness of the soul and survival Tell us all about degeneracy And thick pharmaceutical pollution Tell us all...