Stormy pinkness, human weakness Fills my johnny cup with gloom Your progression, my digression Forty days this afternoon The things we cherish are small
Stormy pinkness Human weakness Fills my jolly cup with gloom Your progression My digression Forty days this afternoon The things we cherish are small
Übersetzung: They Might Be Giants. Stormy Pinkness.
it really the way you wanna go ? they lie we die they sigh we cry we burn they learn they lie we fry they dream we scream they lie we die is it really
And how she could balance them, I wouldn't dare 'Cause they don't dance like Carmen nowhere But the lady's not with us, she died long ago And they don
She's got her ear to the walls and she's tappin' the calls If you've got a secret boy, forget about it, 'cause she's a Hotel Detective my little Hotel
32 footsteps leading to the room where the paint doesn't want to dry 32 footsteps running down the road where the dirt reaches the sky 32 feathers in
This song is dedicated to all you modern-day troubadors out there And I think I know who you are I got to get a job Got to get some pay My son's gotta
Daddy'll sing bass Daddy'll sing bass Daddy'll sing bass Daddy'll sing bass I took my boat for a car I took that car for a ride I was trying to get
What's gonna happen to Chess Piece Face There go I but for my face All I know could be defaced by the facts in the life of Chess Piece Face I don't
I was born in a lighthouse, my mother was the sea I crawled to school each morning, when it occured to me That life's just a mood ring we're not allowed
how you get around No one in the world ever gets what they want and that is beautiful Everybody dies frustrated and sad and that is beautiful They want what they're not and I wish they
get ya (someone's gonna get ya) Someone's gonna get ya Hide away folk family Better hide away Better hide away Tippy toe to the flatbed, Father Because they
Everything right is wrong again Just like in the long long trailer All the dishes got broken and the car kept driving And nobody would stop to save her
being dry But we're doomed and we're drowned by this feeling we surround So I hope that I get old before I die Ohhhhh It's a long, long rope they use
There's only two songs in me and I just wrote the third Don't know where I got the inspiration or how I wrote the words Spent my whole life just digging
All the people are so happy now, their heads are caving in I'm glad they are a snowman with protective rubber skin But every little thing's a domino
As your body floats down Third Street With the burn-smell factory closing up Yes it's sad to say you will romanticize All the things you've known before