Paroles de Suicide demo for kara walker

Destroyer

pochette album Suicide demo for kara walker
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Date de parution : 25/01/2011

Durée : 0:08:25

Style : Alternative



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Brown paper bag, don't stop me now, i'm on a roll
Plain brown wrapper in your pocket
Is it still the invisible man
You're consorting with, woman?

Now that you got it all wrong
You got it all backwards, girl
Enter through the exit and exit through the entrance
When you can, seen you consorting with your invisible manhole

Fool child, you're never gonna make it
New york city just wants to see you naked and they will
Though they'd never say so
Wise, old, black and dead in the snow, my southern sister

Sister sister was the name of the band
Flesh and blood, my death close at hand
Sister, this is not about me and it's not about you, i swear
No hard feelings, nothing personal, so sculpture rides the air

For free words, words, words
Longings, longings, longings, all in vain
Just ask vanity, abandoned out in the rain by the world
Another proud american

And as proud americans, we let it slide away
Harmless little negress
You've got to say yes to another excess
Let's go for a ride today

In possession of eyes that say
In possession of eyes that say

A southern bunkhouse, blue skies up above
A kind of figure of feminine grace
And wit passes for love these days

All that slender-wristed, white translucent business
Passes for love these days
Passion, genius passes for love these days

Four more years, four more years
Four hundred more years of this shit, fuck it
I look up, i see the north star, i look up, i see the north star
When i look up at the bar through these tears

Four white pillars, yankee style
All of america loves to lights his pipes
All of america live to light his pipe at night
To which dixie responds, "free me"

And then lashes his sashes again

"maybe or maybe not fast forward", she said
"maybe once the seed is sown fast forward", she said
"this bird has flown south", she said
"don't talk about the south", she said

It's not you, it's nothing personal, no hard feelings, nothing's there
Soft sculpture rides hard on the air

Now that you got it all wrong
You got it all backwards, girl
Enter through the exit and exit through the entrance
When you can

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