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sábado, 20 de maio de 2023
Interpol - Roland
Hey, my best friend's a butcher, he has sixteen knives
He carries them all over the town
At least he tries oh look it stopped snowing
My best friend's from Poland and oh he has a beard
But they caught him with his case in a public place
That is what we had feared
He severed segments and secretly liked that
He always took the time to speak with me I liked him for that
He severed segments and secretly liked that
He always took the time
He always took the time
C'mon now pussycat
My best friend's a butcher, he has sixteen knives
He carries them all over the town
At least he tries oh look it stopped snowing
And my best friend's from Poland and oh he has a beard
But they caught him with his case in a public place
That is what we had feared
He severed segments and secretly liked that
He always took the time to speak with me I liked him for that
He severed segments and secretly liked that
He was growing on me
He was growing on me
sábado, 9 de março de 2019
Interpol - Leif Erikson
She says it helps with the lights out
Her rabid glow is like braille to the night
She swears I'm a slave to the details
But if your life is such a big joke, why should I care?
The clock is set for nine but you know you're gonna make it eight
So that you two can take some time, teach each other to reciprocate
She feels that my sentimental side should be held with kids gloves
She doesn't know that I left my urge in the icebox
She swears I'm just prey for the female
Well then hook me up and throw me, baby cakes, cuz I like to get hooked
The clock is set for nine but you know you're gonna make it eight
All the people that you've loved they're all bound to leave some keepsakes
I've been swinging all the time, think it's time to learn your way
I picture you and me together in the jungle it will be ok
I'll bring you when my lifeboat sails through the night
That is supposing that you don't sleep tonight
It's like learning a new language
Helps me catch up on my mime
If you don't bring up those lonely parts
This could be a good time
It's like learning a new language
You come here to me
We'll collect those lonely parts and set them down
You come here to me...
She says brief things, her love's a pony
My love's subliminal
She says brief things, her love's a pony
My love's subliminal
sexta-feira, 9 de novembro de 2012
Interpol - NYC
I had seven faces
Thought I knew which one to wear
But I'm sick of spending these lonely nights
Training myself not to care
The subway is a porno
The pavements they are a mess
I know you've supported me for a long time
Somehow I'm not impressed
But
New York cares
(Got to be some more change in my life)
The subway she is a porno
The pavements they are a mess
I know you've supported me for a long time
Somehow I'm not impressed
It is up to me now, turn on the bright lights
New York cares
(Got to be some more change in my life)
It is up to me now, turn on the bright lights
quinta-feira, 19 de agosto de 2010
Interpol - Obstacle 1
I wish I could eat the salt off your last faded lips
We can cap the old times make playing only logical harm
We can top the old lines clay-making that nothing else will change.
But she can read, she can read, she can read, she can read, she's bad
Oh, she's bad
It's different now that I'm poor and aging, I'll never see this face again
You go stabbing yourself in the neck
It's different now that I'm poor and aging, and I'll never see this place again
And you go stabbing yourself in the neck
We can find new ways of living make playing only logical harm
And we can top the old times, clay-making that nothing else will change.
But she can read, she can read, she can read, she can read, she's bad
Oh, she's bad
It's different now that I'm poor and aging, I'll never see this face again
You go stabbing yourself in the neck
It's different now that I'm poor and aging, and I'll never see this place again
And you go stabbing yourself in the neck
It's in the way that she posed,
It's in the things that she puts in my head
Her stories are boring and stuff.
She's always calling my bluff.
She puts the weights into my little heart,
And she gets in my room and she takes it apart.
She puts the weights into my little heart,
I said she puts the weights into my little heart.
She packs it away
It's in the way that she walks
Her heaven is never enough
She puts the weights in my heart
She puts, oh she puts the weights into my little heart.
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