Текст (слова) песни: El-P - Tuned Mass Damper

I took this photograph soaking wet
After an 8-ball cataract broken jazz bass frett
The same touch to the chest of a young musician
He wrote his own eulogy with cocaine hands
Heroin arms, Novocaine memories
Lost since dropped into room from pink mammaries
Off of the dome, shit I`m off of the phone
Off of the couch, off track
Out at OTB with a stub and a heart murmur
A flask in a fanny pack
A bastard on any track
(C`mon) Daddy needs a new Megatron
Cause the die cast was metal and blasted his left arm
You should`ve viewed how it affected John, cause
He erected bubble truths that burst loose from a glass bear hug
Cannonballing from mattresses for kitty litter fragments
Gleaming white under the black light
Well that`s a random journal entry from scissor-hand nostalgia
Powers down to transfers
To some elected methodology of bare-knuckle compassion
A train wreck waiting to happen
Spelled out with refrigerator magnets
G-R-O-W-N-A-S-S-M-A-N, ducking his own death threats
And stay fresh (What?)
Microscopic Sally Struthers with a lobster bib,
Munching on white platelets
Epiphanies leap out and surprise
Off of a batch of dead friends, the hardest way to get zen
You motherfuckers don`t have grit,
You`re all teenage poetry, martyrs without causes
Alarmists and opinions (get taxed)
Motherfucker, did I sound abstract?
I hope it sounded more confusing than that
Cause my clarity was found under the arm
Of an economy sized mouse trap
I dedicate this to Matt Doo (thank you)
My name is El-P, I produce and I rap too

You`re not promised tomorrow
You`re not promised tomorrow
You`re not promised tomorrow
You`re not promised tomorrow
You`re not promised tomorrow
You`re not promised tomorrow
You`re not promised tomorrow
You`re not promised tomorrow

Yo, yo

I`m bottle rocket conflicted, all dirty with flame on wic nit
Lookin for a hero in stores, looking for heart of gold whores
I swear the lust monkey sweat soaks in my pores
And this is one step from a junky liver breaking in doors
They playing global thermal nucleus games
Lets rearrange the whole complaint
Who the fuck is down to steal me some paint?
We could get ancient with this shit
on some cavernous wall Description, I`m lit
Trying to draw this figure eight with a twig
As if the symmetry alone is a prescription to live
The rusty touch the rubble convert working plummeting MIG
Cause its a dogfight for the privilege of hope as a fix
And I`mma rally round the family till the quota conflicts
My generation is beautiful coma, REM hold the bliss
And the answer that just eluded you my friend don`t exist
Unless we torch our own entrapments and exact our own scripts
Tuned mass damper baby, yeah that`s the shit

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» El-P - Deep Space 9mm
» El-P - Blood
» El-P - Truancy
» El-P - Tuned Mass Damper
» El-P - Deep Space 9mm 12"
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» El-P - Stepfather Factory
» El-P - Fantastic Damage
» El-P - Dead Disnee


Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: El-P - Tuned Mass Damper I took this photograph soaking wet After an 8-ball cataract broken jazz bass frett The same touch to the chest of a young musician He wrote his own eulogy with cocaine hands Heroin arms, Novocaine memories Lost since dropped into room from pink mammaries Off of the dome, shit I`m off of the phone Off of the couch, off track Out at OTB with a stub and a heart murmur A flask in a fanny pack A bastard on any track (C`mon) Daddy needs a new Megatron Cause the die cast was metal and blasted his left arm You should`ve viewed how it affected John, cause He erected bubble truths that burst loose from a glass bear hug Cannonballing from mattresses for kitty litter fragments Gleaming white under the black light Well that`s a random journal entry from scissor-hand nostalgia Powers down to transfers To some elected methodology of bare-knuckle compassion A train wreck waiting to happen Spelled out with refrigerator magnets G-R-O-W-N-A-S-S-M-A-N, ducking his own death threats And stay fresh (What?) Microscopic Sally Struthers with a lobster bib, Munching on white platelets Epiphanies leap out and surprise Off of a batch of dead friends, the hardest way to get zen You motherfuckers don`t have grit, You`re all teenage poetry, martyrs without causes Alarmists and opinions (get taxed) Motherfucker, did I sound abstract? I hope it sounded more confusing than that Cause my clarity was found under the arm Of an economy sized mouse trap I dedicate this to Matt Doo (thank you) My name is El-P, I produce and I rap too You`re not promised tomorrow You`re not promised tomorrow You`re not promised tomorrow You`re not promised tomorrow You`re not promised tomorrow You`re not promised tomorrow You`re not promised tomorrow You`re not promised tomorrow Yo, yo I`m bottle rocket conflicted, all dirty with flame on wic nit Lookin for a hero in stores, looking for heart of gold whores I swear the lust monkey sweat soaks in my pores And this is one step from a junky liver breaking in doors They playing global thermal nucleus games Lets rearrange the whole complaint Who the fuck is down to steal me some paint? We could get ancient with this shit on some cavernous wall Description, I`m lit Trying to draw this figure eight with a twig As if the symmetry alone is a prescription to live The rusty touch the rubble convert working plummeting MIG Cause its a dogfight for the privilege of hope as a fix And I`mma rally round the family till the quota conflicts My generation is beautiful coma, REM hold the bliss And the answer that just eluded you my friend don`t exist Unless we torch our own entrapments and exact our own scripts Tuned mass damper baby, yeah that`s the shit Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Tuned Mass Damper: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/104/1/11259.html Все тексты песен: El-P » El-P - Squeegee Man Shooting » El-P - Lazerfaces` Warning » El-P - The Nang, the Front, the Bush, and Shit » El-P - Constellation Funk » El-P - T.O.J. » El-P - Deep Space 9mm » El-P - Blood » El-P - Truancy » El-P - Tuned Mass Damper » El-P - Deep Space 9mm 12" » El-P - Def Jux presents 2 » El-P - Stepfather Factory » El-P - Fantastic Damage » El-P - Dead Disnee Рекомендуем скачать: » Ольга Чикина - Том Уэйтс » Олег Митяев - Кандалакша » Ольга Залесская - Ностальгический романс » Ольга Залесская - Шампиньоны » Ольга Кузнецова - ПАДЕНЬЕ » Олег Бурцев - Горная песня. (Злобная серьёзная). » Ольга Семенова - Я полюбила черного поэта... » Ольга Запрудина - Подарок любимому » Ольга Корницкая - Я там, где прошлое твое... » Олег Литвиненко, Юрий Киселев - Ты ждала, я вернулся » Олег Городецкий - Осень придет неспешно... » Ольга Семенова - Закрываются старые лавки... » Облачный край, Сергей Богаев - Соси-посасывай » Олег Митяев - Провинциальная история » Олег Коваленко - Междугородный роман » Олег Лубягин - Деревья в моем окне, в деревянном окне... » Ольга Арефьева (Ковчег) - Одинокое время » Ольга Залесская - Есть снег. И есть порог. И есть троллейбус сонный... » Ольга Орлова - Кап-кап » Ольга Арефьева (Ковчег) - Дуб зеленый
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