Στο περίπου οι στίχοι από το Faust Arp (In Rainbows)
Λέτε να μιλάει για αυτά που παθαίνουμε μόλις βρούμε δουλειά;
One, two, three, four.
Wakey, wakey, rise and shine It's on again, off again, on again Watch me fall like Dominoes in pretty patterns Fingers in the blackbird pie I'm tingling, tingling, tingling It's what you feel now What you ought to, what you ought to Reasonable and sensible Dead from the neck up Because I'm stuffed, stuffed, stuffed We thought you had it in you But no, no, no For no real reason.
Squeeze the tubes and empty bottles out
Take a bow, take a bow, take a bow It's what you feel now What you ought to, what you ought to The elephant that's in the room is Tumbling, tumbling, tumbling In duplicate, and triplicate, And plastic bags, and duplicate and triplicate Dead from the neck up I guess I'm stuffed, stuffed, stuffed. We thought you had it in you But no, no, no. Exactly where do you get off? Is enough, is enough. I love you but enough is enough, enough For that stop - there's no real reason.
You've got a head full of feathers. You got to melt in to butter.
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Στο περίπου οι στίχοι από το Faust Arp (In Rainbows)
Λέτε να μιλάει για αυτά που παθαίνουμε μόλις βρούμε δουλειά;
One, two, three, four.
Wakey, wakey, rise and shine
It's on again, off again, on again
Watch me fall like
Dominoes in pretty patterns
Fingers in the blackbird pie
I'm tingling, tingling, tingling
It's what you feel now
What you ought to, what you ought to
Reasonable and sensible
Dead from the neck up
Because I'm stuffed, stuffed, stuffed
We thought you had it in you
But no, no, no
For no real reason.
Squeeze the tubes and empty bottles out
Take a bow, take a bow, take a bow
It's what you feel now
What you ought to, what you ought to
The elephant that's in the room is
Tumbling, tumbling, tumbling
In duplicate, and triplicate,
And plastic bags, and duplicate and triplicate
Dead from the neck up
I guess I'm stuffed, stuffed, stuffed.
We thought you had it in you
But no, no, no.
Exactly where do you get off?
Is enough, is enough.
I love you but enough is enough, enough
For that stop - there's no real reason.
You've got a head full of feathers.
You got to melt in to butter.
lalallla! anonimo sxolio!!!
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