Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Elvis CostelloНазвание : A Town Called Big NothingДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : rock singer-songwriter new wave classic rock alternative Видео:
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Big nothing. He stood in the road outside of town with a broken clockwork toy in His hand: a graveyard for childish dreams in his palm; a broken lifeline. Big nothing. The mechanical amusement sputtered in his fist. as he clenched, it Whirred and died again. it was a cowboy who drew his gun, but the Pistol was welded to the holster by age and careless children, so it Struggled and strained and it unwound his own spring. Big nothing. He didnt need tattoos to show where he had been and who he had loved. it Was the same thing that men had cried for; that women had dyed their hair For. the cellophane illusion of a starry sky stretched over an open sore. Big nothing. He thought about his lost daughter: the way her eyes would alight at the Greedy circus barkers blackmail song; how he wanted to smash her skull When she parroted back, tell mommy; tell poppy; you need this little Dolly. Big nothing. (x2) The smoky voice of the petaled girl woke him long enough. there was too Much light in the room, so he unscrewed the bulb. she took him to bed like An adopted dog. Big nothing. She lit sickly incense, as he tried to tell if the resemblance was pure And coincidental. he unleashed his grip on the toy, all it meant to him, And it wound down forever. Big nothing. He woke up in a sweat. the next day, with her smile still painted on his Mouth, he walked out of a town called big nothing. Big nothing. (repeat until fade) | Похожие исполнители:
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