Paroles The Whistle de Blackout Beach

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  • Chanson: The Whistle
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Textes et Paroles de The Whistle



I HEARD THE DAY OF OUR NIGHT SHALL START WITH THE SETTING OF THE SUN
AND THE HARDSHIP OF LABOR SHALL FOR THREE BLESSED HOURS BE UNDONE
I WALK INTO THE GOSSIP, FULFILL MY NEEDS, EAT TO SATIATE THAT WHICH HAS FLOWN
RUB MY DIRTY FINGERS UPON THE DEMIN THAT SHALL ONE DAY BE CASHMERE, AND FIND THE CASH FOR THE PHONE
CALL DONNA SAY I AM TIRED CALL HER EVERY NIGHT, BEACHES SOUND THE SAME OVER THE PHONE
JUST ALOT OF LAUGHTER AND sunlight and WILLIAM: HER BOYFRIEND FEELING HER UP so tacky so SHE GROANS
SO I LAUGH; AN OLD FRIEND, BUT FUCKING WILLIAM: I SHALL CRACK HIS NECK AND PERFORM ONE MILLION CASTRATIONS WITH HIS BONES
NO I WON'T NO I WON'T I SHALL DESCEND INTO MY BUNK AND WONDER AT THE COLD
AND WONDER THAT anything has ever happened BEFORE THIS DATE TO MAKE ME FEEEL UNCOLD
I REMEMBER MY YOUTH: SEEING SOME GREAT SCAPE, SOME SINLESS PLOT OF DAWN'S NAPE
SOME STRETCH OF WHITE DAWN LIT TIP OR CAPE
OR HORN OR FROSTY BIT OF LAND'S LAST HEAD OF STATE
SEEING MYSELF BUNDLED SOME BLIND YOUTH THINKING THAT ALL LAND COULD JUST BE SURVEYED
ANDNOT YOU KNOW DUG UP:
SURE DONNA YOU CAN BORROW 200 BUCKS, REAGON SUCKS, THE WEATHER SUCKS, THE BLASTED COLD CURLS MY HAND, THE QUARTERS ARE HELL TO HOLD, I WANT TO TALK TO YOU NOW, I WANT TO TELL YOU THAT WILLIAM IS THE WHORE, WILLIAM IS THE WHORE, THE SIMPERING BEAST IN A CAGE, THE BASTARD DRUNK IN THE RAGE, THE BLASTED HEATH ON THE PAGE, THE FUCKING WHIMPER FROM SOME SAGE PRETTY BOY FROM OUTSIDE OF THE CITY, BUT CLOSE ENOUGH TO KNOW, MAN, THAT CITY GIRLS ARE THE ONLY WAY TO LOSE YOURSELF IN DARKNESS MAN! WILLIAM YOU'RE GOING TO BE LOSING YOURSELF-IN DARKNESS-UNTIL THE 4TH WIND ARRIVES...

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