Текст (слова) песни: Frank Zappa - Tiny Sick Tears

Frank zappa (vocals)

Lowell george (guitar, vocals)

Roy estrada (bass, vocals)

Don preston (keyboards, electronics)

Buzz gardner (trumpet)

Ian underwood (alto saxophone)

Bunk gardner (tenor saxophone)

Motorhead sherwood (baritone saxophone)

Jimmy carl black (drums)

Arthur tripp (drums)

You know sometimes in the middle in the night

You get to feeling uptight

And wish you were feelin alright

And you know youre white

And you aint got no soul

And theres no one with a hole nearby

And therefore in your teen-age madness and delirium

You toss and turn in your sweaty little grey teen-age sheets

In that little room with the psychedelic posters

And the red bulb

And the incense

And your bead collection

And your country song round up books

And you cry your tiny sick tears

Tiny sick tears

Tiny sick tears

Tiny sick tears

You know you gotto gotto gotto gotto

Youve gotta find some relief from the terrible..

From the terrible ache thats clutching right at your heart

Because its hurting you to your heart

And your crying tiny sick tears

And you have to go downstairs

Out of your bedroom

Out into the hall

Down to the living room

To the living room

To the kitchen

To the cookie jar

Where you wanna get your cookies

And you take the top off the cookie jar

And you stick your tiny sick hand in the cookie jar

And you reach around in the cookie jar

To find a raisin cookie

A spongy one with the little plump raisins

A little tactile sensation for your tiny sick fingers

Squeeze the raisin on the cookie

Pull the cookie out of the jar

Stuff the raisin into your eating hole

Push it all the way in your eating hole

Now make your eating hole wrap itself around the tiny sick cookie

Scarve the cookie

Put the lid back on the jar

Go over to the ice box

Open the ice box

Pull out the box of milk

Open the box of milk

Into a triangular beak like that

Pull the little triangular beak up to your drinking hole

Up to your hole

Pour the white fluid from the drinking box into your hole

Close the beak

Reinsert the box into the ice box

Close the box door

Walk out of the kitchen

Through the living room

Back up the stairs

Past your sisters room

Past your brothers room

You take a mask from the ancient hallway

Make it down to your fathers room

And you walk in

And your father, your tiny sick father

Is beating his meat to a playboy magazine

Hes got it rolled into a tube

And hes got his tiny sick pud stuffed in the middle of it

Right flat up against the centerfold

There he is your father with a tiny sick erection

And you walk in and you say:

Father I want to kill you

And he says: not now son, not now

Hands up!

Oooo laaaa

I know that its so hard stop playing this soul music, you know, cause it really . . . for one thing its really easy . . . and for another thing: it wastes a lot of time while were on stage. we l

D in our travels that teenagers are ready to accept these two chords no matter how theyre played. it makes you feel secure, cause you know that after, did de dit de didde the other one is gonna

On. it never fails, simple . . . some people would say its bullshit. but we love it, dont we kids?

Meanwhile . . .

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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: Frank Zappa - Tiny Sick Tears Frank zappa (vocals) Lowell george (guitar, vocals) Roy estrada (bass, vocals) Don preston (keyboards, electronics) Buzz gardner (trumpet) Ian underwood (alto saxophone) Bunk gardner (tenor saxophone) Motorhead sherwood (baritone saxophone) Jimmy carl black (drums) Arthur tripp (drums) You know sometimes in the middle in the night You get to feeling uptight And wish you were feelin alright And you know youre white And you aint got no soul And theres no one with a hole nearby And therefore in your teen-age madness and delirium You toss and turn in your sweaty little grey teen-age sheets In that little room with the psychedelic posters And the red bulb And the incense And your bead collection And your country song round up books And you cry your tiny sick tears Tiny sick tears Tiny sick tears Tiny sick tears You know you gotto gotto gotto gotto Youve gotta find some relief from the terrible.. From the terrible ache thats clutching right at your heart Because its hurting you to your heart And your crying tiny sick tears And you have to go downstairs Out of your bedroom Out into the hall Down to the living room To the living room To the kitchen To the cookie jar Where you wanna get your cookies And you take the top off the cookie jar And you stick your tiny sick hand in the cookie jar And you reach around in the cookie jar To find a raisin cookie A spongy one with the little plump raisins A little tactile sensation for your tiny sick fingers Squeeze the raisin on the cookie Pull the cookie out of the jar Stuff the raisin into your eating hole Push it all the way in your eating hole Now make your eating hole wrap itself around the tiny sick cookie Scarve the cookie Put the lid back on the jar Go over to the ice box Open the ice box Pull out the box of milk Open the box of milk Into a triangular beak like that Pull the little triangular beak up to your drinking hole Up to your hole Pour the white fluid from the drinking box into your hole Close the beak Reinsert the box into the ice box Close the box door Walk out of the kitchen Through the living room Back up the stairs Past your sisters room Past your brothers room You take a mask from the ancient hallway Make it down to your fathers room And you walk in And your father, your tiny sick father Is beating his meat to a playboy magazine Hes got it rolled into a tube And hes got his tiny sick pud stuffed in the middle of it Right flat up against the centerfold There he is your father with a tiny sick erection And you walk in and you say: Father I want to kill you And he says: not now son, not now Hands up! Oooo laaaa I know that its so hard stop playing this soul music, you know, cause it really . . . for one thing its really easy . . . and for another thing: it wastes a lot of time while were on stage. we l D in our travels that teenagers are ready to accept these two chords no matter how theyre played. it makes you feel secure, cause you know that after, did de dit de didde the other one is gonna On. it never fails, simple . . . some people would say its bullshit. but we love it, dont we kids? Meanwhile . . . Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Tiny Sick Tears: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/105/1/785.html Все тексты песен: Frank Zappa » Frank Zappa - Absolutely Free » Frank Zappa - Punkys Whips » Frank Zappa - FiftyFifty » Frank Zappa - Amnesia Vivace » Frank Zappa - Janet`s Big Dance Number » Frank Zappa - Be in My Video » Frank Zappa - Telephone Conversation » Frank Zappa - Lonely Little Girl » Frank Zappa - BeBop Tango » Frank Zappa - The Blackouts » Frank Zappa - Father Oblivion » Frank Zappa - Charlie`s Enormous Mouth » Frank Zappa - Cosmik Debris » Frank Zappa - Valarie » Frank Zappa - PoJama People » Frank Zappa - America Drinks » Frank Zappa - What Ever Happened to All The Fun in The » Frank Zappa - Brown Moses » Frank Zappa - Harder Than Your Husband » Frank Zappa - Rhymin Man Рекомендуем скачать: » Эльмира Галеева - Вы, с квадратными окошками, невысокие дома... » Эли Бар-Яалом - Последняя игра » Эльдус Сайфулин - Волшебник » Эли Бар-Яалом - Сентиментальный парад » Эли Бар-Яалом, Михаил Атлас - Собирались дома у Бабы-Яги... » Эли Бар-Яалом - Народная авторская песня » Эмир Шабашвили - Мне 45 » Эдита Пьеха - Огромное небо » Эли Бар-Яалом - Шестой вокзал. (Четвертая песня стражи) » Эли Бар-Яалом - Марш демонов » Эмир Шабашвили - KamaRiverNet » Эльдус Сайфулин - Баллада о Крокодиле » Элизиум - Как ван-гог » Эли Бар-Яалом - Книга выйдет тонкой. Словно леди... » Эли Бар-Яалом - Портрет » Эли Бар-Яалом - Бесшабашно-эзотерический романс » Эли Дубник - Колыбельная » Эмир Шабашвили - Прощальное танго » Эдуард Гончаров - Прощай! Я поднял парус свой... » Эли Бар-Яалом - Свадьба
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