Текст (слова) песни: Frank Black - Parry the Wind High, Low
And if a ship meets your car You know you can`t go real far Well they could treat you real nice Or put a tracking device Way down inside
I`m checking out inventions at the UFO convention tonight Planes above the Hilton make it sunny Brought my money tonight Blue blond ladies of abduction strumming guitars of instruction tonight A lot of wannabe truckers Making eyes with starfuckers tonight
I`ve got my hands on some sights Electric glasses with lights They got me feeling deluxe For just a couple of bucks Way down insideI`m getting patterns from a trekker And it sounds like soul records to me They`re waving hi from some gazebo Waving on to Arecibo to me I`m getting patterns from a trekker And it sounds like soul records to me I`m getting patterns from a trekker And it sounds like Desmond Dekker to me
Sleep machine In your silo Transmarine Things you`ve never seen
Parry the wind high, low
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