Текст (слова) песни: Whitlams - You Sound Like Louis Burdett

Had a little bit to drink.
There`s a little thing I want to do out East.
Nothing too emotional, my good miss.
I couldn`t be serious in a room full of jack-knfe eyes.
Stop talking `bout the years- you sound like Louis Burdett.
And we roll on to my backshed, play some poker, scratch my head.
Look at the sky and spot the planes, where would I go on holidays?
Roll with the punches, down the aisles, and down the street the weeks
roll by.
I`m chewing ice and grinning, I`m spewing up and singing.
It`s billiousness as usual in my corner of the kitchen.
Hey you, lose that friend before we go anywhere.
What? Someone wmight see you alone?
Stop baggin` out the band, `cause you sound like Louis Burdett.
All my friends are fuck-ups but they`re fun to have around, banana
chairs out on the concrete,
telling stories to the stars how Geminis love Wooden Dragons, and how
down the street the weeks roll by.
The moment the night wears off, the bombsite reappears.
They`re all asleep but the morning tastes like wine,
It tastes like wine in Tempe.
I feel so good I just might wake him up.
Pat him on th bald head- tell me about a dream Louis, something obscene
Louis, your life`s an open magazine Louis.
I`m stoned in a bookshop, sober in a nightclub, sex is everywhere but
nowhere `round me.
By the time she gets to Marrickville we`ll be masturbating.
It never rains in Tempe but the planes remind me of family money and the
lack down here.
Stop talking frustrated, `cause I sound like Louis Burdett
And we roll on to my backshed, play some poker, scratch my head.
Look at the sky and spot the planes, where would I go on holidays?
Roll with the punches, down the aisles, and down the street the weeks
roll by.
All my friends are fuck-ups but they`re fun to have around, banana
chairs out on the concrete,
telling stories to the stars how Geminis love Wooden Dragons, and how
down the street the weeks roll by.
Most of my friends are very fruity indeed, such fun to have around.
Terror, like charity, begins at home.
Chris don`t like the madness, but the madness likes him.
He`s got a finger in his chest saying how it should have been.
And we roll on to my backshed, play some poker, scratch my head.
Look at the sky and spot the planes, where would I go on holidays?
Roll with the punches, down the aisles, and down the street the weeks
roll by.
My friends are completely fucked but they`re such fun to have around.
Banana chairs out on the concrete,
telling stories to the stars how Geminis love Wooden Dragons, and how
down the street the weeks roll by.

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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: Whitlams - You Sound Like Louis Burdett Had a little bit to drink. There`s a little thing I want to do out East. Nothing too emotional, my good miss. I couldn`t be serious in a room full of jack-knfe eyes. Stop talking `bout the years- you sound like Louis Burdett. And we roll on to my backshed, play some poker, scratch my head. Look at the sky and spot the planes, where would I go on holidays? Roll with the punches, down the aisles, and down the street the weeks roll by. I`m chewing ice and grinning, I`m spewing up and singing. It`s billiousness as usual in my corner of the kitchen. Hey you, lose that friend before we go anywhere. What? Someone wmight see you alone? Stop baggin` out the band, `cause you sound like Louis Burdett. All my friends are fuck-ups but they`re fun to have around, banana chairs out on the concrete, telling stories to the stars how Geminis love Wooden Dragons, and how down the street the weeks roll by. The moment the night wears off, the bombsite reappears. They`re all asleep but the morning tastes like wine, It tastes like wine in Tempe. I feel so good I just might wake him up. Pat him on th bald head- tell me about a dream Louis, something obscene Louis, your life`s an open magazine Louis. I`m stoned in a bookshop, sober in a nightclub, sex is everywhere but nowhere `round me. By the time she gets to Marrickville we`ll be masturbating. It never rains in Tempe but the planes remind me of family money and the lack down here. Stop talking frustrated, `cause I sound like Louis Burdett And we roll on to my backshed, play some poker, scratch my head. Look at the sky and spot the planes, where would I go on holidays? Roll with the punches, down the aisles, and down the street the weeks roll by. All my friends are fuck-ups but they`re fun to have around, banana chairs out on the concrete, telling stories to the stars how Geminis love Wooden Dragons, and how down the street the weeks roll by. Most of my friends are very fruity indeed, such fun to have around. Terror, like charity, begins at home. Chris don`t like the madness, but the madness likes him. He`s got a finger in his chest saying how it should have been. And we roll on to my backshed, play some poker, scratch my head. Look at the sky and spot the planes, where would I go on holidays? Roll with the punches, down the aisles, and down the street the weeks roll by. My friends are completely fucked but they`re such fun to have around. Banana chairs out on the concrete, telling stories to the stars how Geminis love Wooden Dragons, and how down the street the weeks roll by. Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни You Sound Like Louis Burdett: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/122/1/7008.html Все тексты песен: Whitlams » Whitlams - Buy Now Pay Later (charlie No.2) » Whitlams - The Ballad Of Lester Walker » Whitlams - Following My Own Tracks » Whitlams - Life`s A Beach » Whitlams - Peter Collard » Whitlams - Band On Every Corner » Whitlams - No Aphrodisiac » Whitlams - I`m Still Faithful » Whitlams - Met My Match » Whitlams - Blow Up The Pokies » Whitlams - Don`t Love Too Long » Whitlams - Charlie No.1 » Whitlams - Melbourne » Whitlams - Where`s The Enemy » Whitlams - You`ll Find A Way » Whitlams - Pigeons In The Attic Room » Whitlams - Charlie No.3 » Whitlams - You Don`t Even Know My Name » Whitlams - Jumpin` Leprechauns » Whitlams - Winter Lovin` Рекомендуем скачать: » Эдита Пьеха - Край березовый » Эли Бар-Яалом - Неспетый романс кавалера де Брильи » Эли Бар-Яалом - Все занимаются магией » Эли Бар-Яалом - Мироглядский вальс » Эльдус Сайфулин - Мой друг матрос » Элизиум - Как ван-гог » Элизиум - Hе грусти! » Эдуард Хиль - Ребята семидесятой широты » Эдита Пьеха - На тебе сошелся клином белый свет » Эли Бар-Яалом - Мы с тобой » Элизиум - Как бы все » Эли Бар-Яалом - Ворона блюз » Эжен, Сусоров Евгений - Сага боевых лошадей » Эмир Шабашвили - Лычаковское кладбище Львова... » Эли Бар-Яалом, Михаил Атлас - Наверно, легче одному... » Эли Бар-Яалом - Народная авторская песня » Эли Бар-Яалом - Лохматую бороду намотав на рукав... » Эмир Шабашвили - Ласточка » Эмир Шабашвили - Раковина » Эдита Пьеха - Манжерок
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