Paroles de I like the air

Robert Francis

Date de parution : 09/10/2009

Durée : 0:03:21

Style : Alternative

Filed down coffins in the neighborhood.
A spanish girl walking by the cemetery wood.
Five in the pan, we do what we can though it ain’t right.
A fat man sitting on the side of his remote, his daughter’s in the kitchen trying to clean his coat,

I bet she can’t. the rattle of a bottle on a warped wooden desk, shaking back and forth beside my bated breath.
A blind girl laughing while i stare at her chest, i’m in the zone. i won’t survive if i make it out alive.
Seven/ten split, i don’t got…

Down on main street, i got friends waiting there. i don’t need no drop off girls. i like the air.

Elysian park through the dark about a mile.
A little white girl with a bobby king smile.
Blue little bags she says she knows i’m feeling bad i’m worth your while.
But here ‘tween the palette feelings i don’t understand, cardboard cutouts, just be a man.
Have fun walking home in mike davis land. pull the wool over my eyes. i don’t want to understand.
I like the trees, the army and the colors that they wear, they like to scare.
A few blocks home from remembering my name, a few blocks home.

Down on main street, i got friends waiting there. i don’t need no drop off girls, i like the air.