Альбом Pavement

Here we go .. she's on a hidden tableua
Just a two for one .. And a two for one is right
Down my alley sight .. I'm just a wasted ... beehive

Don't you know its an easy thing when it's lost
Does it show when the ends are frayed and it's tossed out
Lined with silver thread .. I 've seen your wasted ... beehive

She's so lacidasical .. should've been a west coast bride
Backseat on electric glide .. pilots flying drive by fades

Don't hold your breath too long .. this tunnel is a Texas mile

Cavities and yellow eyes .. bleach a daisy second prize
Cherry pickin vagrants ... my da' was locked I guess I'd feel fine

The way the river bends .. the one who's bendin' over me

la da da da da da ...

I am the only one
Searching for you
And if I get caught
Then the search is through

And the stories you hear
You know they never add up
I hear the natives fussin'
At the data chart
Be quiet, the weather's
On the night news

Painted homes, plastic combs
Stolen rooms, or the alloy of chrome

Well I've got style
Miles and miles
So much style that it's wasting
So much style that it's wasting
So much style that it's wasting

Now she's the only one
Who always inhales
Paris is stale
And it's war if we fail

And in the migrant hotels
They never sleep, they never will
Their souls are crumblin'
Like a dirt-clod hold
Your cigarette cuts to the inside

Empty homes, plastic combs
Stolen rooms are the alloy of chrome

Well I've got style
Miles and miles
So much style that it's leaving
This pattern's torn and we're weaving
This pattern's torn and we'll weave it...

Every building same height
Every street a straight line
Team colour's yellow and blue
Cheerleaders single file
Perfect smiles unaffected
And you won't forget
Our colour's blue
No you won't forget it

Twenty miles westwards
Home of the Redbirds
Team colour's crimson blue
Open up your purses
For the boys to reimburse us
With a goal line stand on 4th and 2
And that goal line stand
Ha!

Summer's dry and foul
Resevoirs are shallow
Spillways unexposed
It's never been inspected (expected?)
When the government's elected
And the field's will turn to yellow too
And the field's will turn

Someone took in these pants
somebody painted over paint
painted wood
and where he stood
no one stands
it's been said he's sittting now
in the charming land
I've seen saints
but remember
i forgot to flag them down
when they pass
and in the morning light
you hold that ashtray tight
you can put it out
but i can't put it out
My hand shook
down and out
i've got the blisters of the world


world knew
i named a book after you
so look up
and watch the camera lens
when the risers fade
Slow it down
song is sacred
and brother
your honor
hang a right at home
and in the morning light
i'll hold my ashtray tight
i can take it down
and you can't take it down
Tadadara, tadada...
Don't expect
Don't expect