Тексты песен «Nellie Mckay»

And when the dawn breaks through the drums start Beating the morning to the farm Your grimace widens and your lips part Sounding the silent alarm And when the bells explode they scatter Hitching a hand unto the breeze...

I met him at a protest Dolled up in his finest finery A Malcolm X t-shirt And a tambourine To love him, it was hopeless The cannons fell and shook the barricade We came in at the corners I can hear him say Eatin' that...

The very thought of you And I forget to do The little ordinary things That everyone ought to do I'm living in a kind of daydream I'm happy as a king And foolish though it may seem To me that's everything The mere idea...

Oh waiter bring me my check soon I have a hectic schedule I'm saddened by the news that we won I wonder what I'd say to the bomb Where are you now Where are you going Do you mind And do you care That you will die Do...

(feat. K.d. Lang) [Nellie Mckay:] Watching you glide towards me dear Oh oh oh, it's clear Rumor was wrong We were right [Kd Lang:] ? awhile as if ? Oh oh oh, my love You heard it wrong we were alright...

If you would sit Oh so close to me That would be nice Like it's supposed to be If you don't I'll slit your throat So won't you please be nice If you would hug your arms right around me That would be snug Like it's...

I expect everyone of my crowd to make fun Of my proud protestations of faith in romance And they'll say I'm naa?ave as a babe to believe Every fable I hear from a person in pants Fearlessly I'll face them and argue...

Deliver the paper deliver the porn Deliver the baker deliver the morn A quiverin' jibberin' shiverin' mass Of sunshine and good times that I have to pass On the way to my job on the way to my work On the way to that...

Standin' in the break of a yawn where you done left me alone There's nothin' happenin' to hide Sittin' in the shade of the lawn as everybody goes home There's nothin' left here to find Standin' with my back to the wall...

Should you plan to travel way down South (woah) Woman to woman, I gotta tell you 'bout (a curse) A curse that rose out of the deep, green swamp (uh huh) It hollers "murder", and it makes you jump And then it says Do...