Текст (слова) песни: Tindersticks - Untitled

Nothing came under

The rays remained in the sun that day

And life isnt full of surprises

You think you could steal in

Pop over the wall in the middle of the night

Climb out of those heavy boots and clothes

And into that cool blue

Youre not even dipping your toe

I find this bed too big now

Its like those people you see on the way to work

Stuck in an endless queue of traffic

Each one in their own individual car

Half of them coming from the same place

Going to the same place

Going nowhere

They could quarter the amount of cars by sharing a lift

Go on the bus, wipe out all the cars

I should rid myself of this bed, get myself a cardboard box

No waste of space

No force of empty wasted space for your body to create its dent in

I miss your back

Youre back, how are you?

What are you up to? getting on okay?

Fuck off

Eighteen months ago they moved in here

The scrap metal dealer to one side

And divorced violinist to the other

Each morning wed wake to the same chorus

Of cookers and fridges being dragged on their sides across the concrete

Accompanied by ravels bolero

At first this was the best sound wed ever heard

Hammer a six inch nail into my right ear

Shove a red hot poker up my nose

Make me walk on hot coals and broken glass

Gouge out my eyes with a cocktail stick

Rip my fingernails off

The pain would be so much easier than doing nothing to me at all

It was that dream again, when I was on the table

There was bright lights, and laurence olivier out of the marathon man staring down at me

As they unbuttoned my coat and unravelled my sweater

And the shirt and the vest peeled

And said "did something die in here? "

So, whose bed you been sleeping in then?

Some poncey arsehole Ill bet

I can see you there

And it fucking hurts

God, I want to buy you bagels and cream cheese for breakfast

Run down the corner shop without my undies or socks on

Make some fresh coffee, hop back into your warm bed

And have those chats I miss so much

Another coffee? cigarette?

Fancy going to the pub later

God, its good to see you

You always cheer me up

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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: Tindersticks - Untitled Nothing came under The rays remained in the sun that day And life isnt full of surprises You think you could steal in Pop over the wall in the middle of the night Climb out of those heavy boots and clothes And into that cool blue Youre not even dipping your toe I find this bed too big now Its like those people you see on the way to work Stuck in an endless queue of traffic Each one in their own individual car Half of them coming from the same place Going to the same place Going nowhere They could quarter the amount of cars by sharing a lift Go on the bus, wipe out all the cars I should rid myself of this bed, get myself a cardboard box No waste of space No force of empty wasted space for your body to create its dent in I miss your back Youre back, how are you? What are you up to? getting on okay? Fuck off Eighteen months ago they moved in here The scrap metal dealer to one side And divorced violinist to the other Each morning wed wake to the same chorus Of cookers and fridges being dragged on their sides across the concrete Accompanied by ravels bolero At first this was the best sound wed ever heard Hammer a six inch nail into my right ear Shove a red hot poker up my nose Make me walk on hot coals and broken glass Gouge out my eyes with a cocktail stick Rip my fingernails off The pain would be so much easier than doing nothing to me at all It was that dream again, when I was on the table There was bright lights, and laurence olivier out of the marathon man staring down at me As they unbuttoned my coat and unravelled my sweater And the shirt and the vest peeled And said "did something die in here? " So, whose bed you been sleeping in then? Some poncey arsehole Ill bet I can see you there And it fucking hurts God, I want to buy you bagels and cream cheese for breakfast Run down the corner shop without my undies or socks on Make some fresh coffee, hop back into your warm bed And have those chats I miss so much Another coffee? cigarette? Fancy going to the pub later God, its good to see you You always cheer me up Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Untitled: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/119/1/33980.html Все тексты песен: Tindersticks » Tindersticks - Harrys Dilemma » Tindersticks - I`ve Been Loving You Too Long » Tindersticks - Milky Teeth » Tindersticks - Sometimes It Hurts » Tindersticks - Mockin` Bird » Tindersticks - Dicks Slow Song » Tindersticks - Dick`s Slow Song » Tindersticks - Sleepy Song » Tindersticks - Feeling Relatively Good » Tindersticks - Desperate Man » Tindersticks - Paco De Renaldos Dream » Tindersticks - Don`t Look Down » Tindersticks - Her » Tindersticks - Ballad of Tindersticks » Tindersticks - Untitled » Tindersticks - Talk to Me » Tindersticks - Tiny Tears » Tindersticks - Another Night In » Tindersticks - Rented Rooms » Tindersticks - A Marriage Made in Heaven Рекомендуем скачать: » Галина Брусницына - Весна. Песенка » Григорий Дикштейн - Ворожея » Гости из Будущего - Мой baby (дни увядают, как цветы) » Григорий Дикштейн - Песня о барде, менестреле или трубадуре, играющем на лютне, кифаре или бандуре, песня о стрелке, кот » Георгий Дубенецкий - Диалог двух старых знакомых, не встречавшихся уже несколько лет и случайно встретившихся на склоне, » Гиви Чрелашвили - Пластилиновый мякиш » Гиви Чрелашвили - Сонный корабль из малахита » Гиви Чрелашвили - Смешение веков в петле гиперпространства » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Победа » Грач Гера - Чифирок » Геннадий Чугуев - Я тебя не придумал, ты есть... » Гулько Михаил - Заграница » Григорий Дикштейн - Вечное движение » Георгий Дубенецкий - Размышления самолета Ил-96 во время стоянки в аэропорту Внуково » Геннадий Жуков - Радостны мы, танаиты. Праздничны наши одежды... » Гиви Чрелашвили - Геометрия кривых линий » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Психоделический камешек » Геннадий Васильев - Первый романс Аметистова » Геннадий Васильев - Иркутский вальсок » Геннадий Жуков - Письма из города. Часы
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