"One morning I shot an elephant in my pajamas. How he got in my pajamas, I don't know.".... or.... "Well, dip me in honey and throw me to the lesbians!"
"I'm as lonely as a ghost as I sit down to write these notes To you and your intended, spring is the worst time for most Who've never reached the boundaries Or heard the notes as they were sung
I believe this lonely ghost was forced to wander on until By chance or fate was summoned To call on you a service that he knew wouldn't be answered Less repaid with lust
But still your faded shadow was forced to look upon Sights not even a ghost should have to see And as he slumps so listed, he cannot bear to watch And yet he cannot turn his gaze away and flee
This poor ghost can only howl, although his howls cannot be heard His cries will go unheeded No one will ever read his words And though he cannot weep, he sheds his tears through me "
Este álbum fez parte da banda sonora da minha última viagem, grande música e gostei da letra da "The Guilty Party" aqui fica:
& thanks for branding me a failure & for destroying what joy I had The mantles cracked & turning black I found out I'm not the man That I fucking think I am
& you're just like a fucking ghostie You trouble me when I try to sleep The sombre way You held your face & we can never erase All the stupid things we say
& I hope that you're dreaming of me The way I'm forced to dream of you & so you've won I'll get the gun Cos we can never undo All the stupid things we do
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"I'm as lonely as a ghost as I sit down to write these notes
To you and your intended, spring is the worst time for most
Who've never reached the boundaries
Or heard the notes as they were sung
I believe this lonely ghost was forced to wander on until
By chance or fate was summoned
To call on you a service that he knew wouldn't be answered
Less repaid with lust
But still your faded shadow was forced to look upon
Sights not even a ghost should have to see
And as he slumps so listed, he cannot bear to watch
And yet he cannot turn his gaze away and flee
This poor ghost can only howl, although his howls cannot be heard
His cries will go unheeded
No one will ever read his words
And though he cannot weep, he sheds his tears through me "
Este álbum fez parte da banda sonora da minha última viagem, grande música e gostei da letra da "The Guilty Party" aqui fica:
& thanks for branding me a failure
& for destroying what joy I had
The mantles cracked
& turning black
I found out I'm not the man
That I fucking think I am
& you're just like a fucking ghostie
You trouble me when I try to sleep
The sombre way
You held your face
& we can never erase
All the stupid things we say
& I hope that you're dreaming of me
The way I'm forced to dream of you
& so you've won
I'll get the gun
Cos we can never undo
All the stupid things we do
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