Тексты песен «Rasputina»

Actually, I was never conceived. And I don't expect to be believed, But I've found my mouth stitched shut with glossy pink thread. And when I think of the lie filled love-life that I've led.... I row boats all day with...

he lives under the banyon tree when i'm in trouble, he helps me I hear him creep through the leaves at night, his flesh is pink but his fur is bright snow white no meat! no bread! get inside his little head cause he's...

He lives under the banyon tree When I'm in trouble, he helps me I hear him creep through the leaves at night His flesh is pink, but his fur is bright snow white! No meat, no bread Get inside his little head...

Nozzle, nodule, eraser, chip: A few thoughts on the subject by a little nothing What was so obviously strange Yet mystifyingly true about the whole situation Was Miss Connie Pallup's failure to grasp That the time was...

Very many years ago, the Bolivians were starving so, They had rats as big as ponies there. They asked the Pope To declare them fish. Chorus: We thank the Pope for granting us this wish. When Friday comes, we'll all...

He scrapes the dirt from his nails with a stick. He makes a big pile in a pail on the sink. Who was he? Oh, I'll never tell. He has not got a thing left to sell. Ooh, the remnants of Percy Bass. He glued the newspaper...

It's been a long time since I Rock and Rolled let me get it back It's been a long time since I did the Stroll Oh let me get it back Let me get it back, baby, where I come from Oh Lord It's been a long time been a long...

She doesn't know the man Who tries to push her wheelchair in the sand She just looks out to sea He's talking endlessly Oh, why won't he shut up I take my medicine I crush the paper cup Oh, maybe he's my son And he's...

She was born in an oil-drum South side of Chicago When East St. Louis was not far away. She'd lace knives to her boots and go down to the riverbed Skate around and around till the night became day. The cannery fellows...

In a prehistoric dried up lake, a million years after the last earthquake, there lived a little girl who loved to bake. The only thing she made was cake, and all she used was salt. That's all she had, it's not her...

I carry a secret message That I must give to you. It concerns suspicious blessings, Now i am sure you'll know what to do But if it should be some bad news You know you can lean on me It might explain Nostradamus, or my...

Once it started the frail and fainthearted just withered to the floor Oh so sadly we examined hands burned badly by that which no man fears more #1 the terrible flames of all that remains of my little shirtwaiste fire...

Do you believe in the signs of the zodiac? Haven't you found that the systems for Planning always fail? Can you avoid what gave daddy his heart attack? Have you tried everything, anything All to no avail? I know what...

We like to smoke pot. We like it a lot. Our small eyes are tearing for what we have not. The nice pipe is here. A lighter is near. I won't become freaked out, fear not, sister dear. We miss the blue sky. It is cold, we...

Hey little boy with the bowties to spare Perched on the rooftop, the wind in your hair We tell you jump and you do it on cue You fly alone but you know we love you Flying, jumped he did not fall he's smiling laughing at...

They say not far away, In fact upon that hill They say that there's a little girl there still She wasn't raised like the other kids Miss Lynn, the Snow Hen of Austerlitz The mother's blind and keeps some birds as pets...

Let me tell 'bout a kid I know. We met a while ago. At the State Fair. He was showing his blue ribbon pig. I was thinging big. While I was combing my hair. He was never like the other guys, Selling curly-fries, Or...

All that I have is this dull paring knife Peeling potatoes for the rest of my life Dirt floors make dust so I hope for the best I carry candies with pains in my chest Face tied together with three times used string...

All that I have is this dull paring knife Peeling potatoes the rest of my life. Dirt floors make dust so I hope for the best. I carry candles with pains in my chest. Face tied together with three-times-used string...

By some freak of fortune, she fainted while baking in the kitchen, overturning all her airy schemes, for great and small and akk things in-between; for future happiness in a knot of blue field violets, for her glory and...