Слышь, Артем, у меня просьба к тебе есть: В следующий раз, когда Diss будешь записывать, Ты его, пожалуйста, поставь туда, где я его увижу, А то затарил
There was beer all over the dance floor and the band was playin' rhythm and blues You got down and did the gator, and half an hour later, you were
If I walk down this hallway tonight it's too quiet So I pad through the dark and call you on the phone Push your old numbers and let your house ring '
В фешенебельном отеле раздаётся страшный хруст, Своё фирменное ложе здесь установил Прокруст. Если ты не уместился хоть чуть-чуть на ложе том, Мускулистый
There was beer all over the dance floor And the band was playin' rhythm and blues You got down and did the gator And half an hour later, you were barfin
Music by ?? Produced by Chris Thomas Recorded 1969 at EMI Studios, Abbey Road Never released (The Bread And Beer Band) [instrumental]
Tired old man you're a wastin' slowly battling grey and blue, Built your empire as a shell so nobody prays on you, Remember when you were fresh and bitter
My driftin' memory goes back to the spring of '43 When I was just a child in momma's arms My daddy plowed the ground and prayed someday he could leave
Whispers of ancients buried by dust, Echoes of ages in canyons of rust, Is heaven so lonely? I'll know soon enough Cold as the clay, dark as a mine,
Went out last night to take a little round, I met a little Sadie and I blowed her down, Bummed a ride home, got in to bed, 44 smokeless under my head
Oh the lilies were laid on the marble in the field where the ancestors lay, And the forest was dark and primeval but the boughs seemed to cradle as they
Down in the holler there's a thriving town A treasure trove that makes the world go 'round, When the city barons bring their legal papers and guns, Oh
Talk about suffering here below And let's keep a-loving Jesus. Talk about suffering here below And let's keep a-following Jesus. Oh, can't you hear it
Oh, yonder stands the prophet, words are music to our ears, But down among the sinners, only pain and sweat and tears The sermon soothes the simple but
Come listen to my story, I'll tell you no lies, how John Lewis did murder a little Omie Wise, He asked her to meet him at Adams's spring, said he'd bring
all the other people here are elderly And probably a little standoffish and I've got nothing to do (And what not) By the way I live in 207, my name is Greg
I hate to leave you, babe, I just can't waste my time You've got this jealous husband I'm too, too young to die, I gotta move on away from 'round here
Sometimes it seems like only yesterday Other times more than a million years Oh little girl, sweeter than an angel When I think of her I laugh and drown
