Cover di Clouds Taste Metallic

Clouds Taste Metallic
Album - 19 settembre 1995 - Debaser id 26636

di The Flaming Lips

Where does outer space end
it's sort of hard to imagine
is it real? Is it nothin, nothin?
Cause it's not so clear anymore to me...,

Why do birds always fly south
when sometimes its warm in yer headwound
is that nothin? Nothin?
Cause its not so clear anymore to me...
And if God hears all my questions
well how come there's never an answer?
Is it nothin, nothin?
Il tuo voto:
I saw this bird fly off his head
without him ever lookin up
this here giraffe was never caught complainin
he wouldn't take skin off yer back.

And ya hear yerself
thinkin
and ya hear yerself
thinking
this here giraffe, laughed

I saw this man stick out his neck
with his binoculars intact
He couldn't tell the right side of his brain
Had just lost all interest in his left...
And ya feel yourself shrinkin
And ya feel yourself shrinkin
this here giraffe, laughed
this here giraffe, laughed
And ya hear yourself
And ya hear yourself
Il tuo voto:
It's like I never had to see it in your eyes or feel it
I could tell when you smile.
It's like I didn't need to say anything or do much, I could tell
when you smile
All of the subatomic pieces come together and
unfold themselves in a second...
every single molecule is right, when
all of the subatomic pieces come together and unfold
themselves in a second.
Il tuo voto:
They never called me up to the tower, we gave it to them, they had the power,
and power is the thing that made you take off from me... We trained hard for
the mission, all floating over, though we're in zero gravity, it pulled us
closer. We were once off to the planets, inside our space suits.
Now I'm left here on the landing, the rockets flame boost, and it's leaving
without me, and you go off to the sky. Good-bye. Good-bye. Look as the
clouds burst, they're growing taller, as your ship leaves in the distance
my world gets smaller, and it takes you worlds away, a million light years from
me... Oh, Oh, Oh
Il tuo voto:
I got your letter it had.. turned to sand,
lighting strikes the postman in his hand.
I hope that you remember the things you had to say..
It's just a supernatural delay.
I got your package it was.. all a mess,
lightning strikes the postman in his chest.
I hope that you remember the things you had to say.
It's just a supernatural delay.
I sent you a postcard and I.. hope you're fine
But lightning strikes the postman all the time
I couldn't really think of anything to say.
It's just a supernatural delay,
And it's hard to read the writing through the flames...
Il tuo voto:
Carico...
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