Cover di Title TK

Title TK
Album - 20 maggio 2002 - Debaser id 192441

di The Breeders

I've laid this island sun a thousand times
I'm on it
But I'm going strange
This island's chills and shell cover me
With winded rock
And skies I've yet to see
I tried
I even sent in friends
They did it as a favour
'Cause I'm not that way
I am the autumn in the scarlet
I am the makeup on your eyes

I land to sail
Island sail
Yeah we're movin'
Yeah we're movin'
This island's sun I've laid a thousand times
Fortune me
Fortune me
Of all of my mistakes
I think I lent you late

But I've never seen a startlet
Or a riot or the violence of you

I land to sail
Island sail
Yeah we're movin'
Il tuo voto:
Ripped off
You smoked the Bible
Rolled it up
Your last breath
Hot on my back
You get started
Try to get somewhere
You move so slow
You're not even here

Dear traveller

It's my death
My rhythm
My arithmetic
I got used to
Nobody ridin in the back

Sorrow blowin through the veins
I'm over Houston
You're over the night we met

Dear traveller

The she
Scared electricity
Where no human
Carries a map
You say you gotta burn to shine
But every prism unwinds
A road to ruin
And this tickets mine

Dear traveller
Il tuo voto:
I got an empty case of wip-its
No more time on the meter.

Daybreak, about face, I think I'm comin'
Cross another county line
Are we there?
Convertible cooking with nitrous,
Crackin' in the air.
I am the sign of Go.

While last nights stars were high,
Now they're popping in the sky.
And the band is jammin' in.

Daybreak, I don't like it.
Better tonight, better for you.

Buzzing with flourescence,
I don't know what it wants from me.
If I find the door,
I am the son of Go.

And the band is movin' in.
That's what you get.
That's what you get
When there's no time left on the meter.

You get an empty case of wip-its
And a boyfriend with a beeper.
Il tuo voto:
Na na na na na na
Ta ah ah ah ah
Ah-ah ah-ah ah-ah
Da da da da da da
Dada dada da

Toil toil toil til I get sick
I try reverse, but I'm not that quick.
Chained to the ground, no cryin' for you.
If you want it bad, you gotta steal your own fuel.
Torn, toiled, and troubled.

Da da da da da da
Da da da ah ah
Ah ah
Ah ah
Da da da da da da da da
Da ah da da da!

Toil toil toil til I get sick
I try reverse, but I'm not that quick.
Chained to the ground, no flyin' for you.
If you want it bad, you gotta steal your own fuel.
Torn, toiled, and troubled.
Il tuo voto:
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