don't have no Uncle Albert You don't even have good credit You can write but you can't edit Edit, edit, edit, edit, edit, edit, edit, edit, edit White
He stumbled into faith and thought, God this is all there is The pictures in his mind arose and began to breathe And all the Gods and all the worlds Began
You are so sweet Dancing to the beat There's a meat market down the street The boys and the girls watch each other eat You are so sweet, so sweet Dancing
Some said the local lake had been enchanted Others said it must have been the weather The neighbors were trying to keep it quiet But I swear that I could
My eyes are bifocal, my hands are sub jointed I live in the future in my pre-war apartment And I count all my blessings, I have friends in high places
Come and open up your folding chair next to me My feet are buried in the sand and there's a breeze There is a shadow, you can't see my eyes And the sea
The man of a thousand faces Sits down at the table Eats a small lump of sugar And smiles at the moon like he knows her And begins his quiet ascension
Your stitches are all out But your scars are healing wrong And the helium balloon inside your room has come undone And it's pushing up at the ceiling
Two birds on a wire One tries to fly away and the other Watches him close from that wire He says he wants to as well but he is a liar I'll believe it
I found a wallet, I found a wallet Inside were pictures of your small family You were so young, your hair dark brown You had been born in 1953 Your winter
It's like forgetting the words to your favorite song You can't believe it, you were always singing along It was so easy and the words so sweet You can
Don't let me get out of this kiss, don't let me say what I say The things that scare us today, what if they happen someday? Don't let me out of your arms
You step on all my parts And then you walk right out the door And I know that your love Ain't never coming back no more Time is all around except inside
You went into the kitchen cupboard, got yourself another hour And you gave half of it to me We sat there looking at the faces of these strangers in the
Hello, hello, calling a Carl Prejektorinski To the front of the cathedral You have won, dear Sir, may I congratulate you first? Oh, what an honor Human
No one laughs at God in a hospital No one laughs at God in a war No one's laughing at God When they're starving or freezing or so very poor No one laughs
doctor Robert You don't have no uncle Albert You don't even have good credit You can write but you can't edit Edit, edit, edit, edit, edit, edit...
Tercüme: Spektor, Regina. Düzenlemek.
