Paroles de 'Bay Of Pigs (Detail)' par Destroyer

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Listen
I've been drinkin'
As our house lies in ruin
I don't know what I'm doing
Alone in the dark
At the park or at the pier,
Watching ships disappear in the rain

The world's just bones
The world is black stones dressed up in the rain
with no place to go but
Home, just like Nance
On a night like this, why, she's
Pro-stars, pro-sky

All lit up and sick of fighting
Beneath the diseased lighting
Of the discotheque at night
It don't mean a thing, it never means a thing
It don't mean a thing, it never means a thing
It's got that swing

I've seen it all
I've seen it all
Magnolia's a girl, her heart's made of wood
As apocalypses go, that's pretty good
Sha-la-la, wouldn't you say

Please remove your spurs
Come to think of it, remove your antlers
Haven't seen you for ages
I still fly into rages
At the mention of your name,
Christine White

I think about you often, off in the desert,
Laughing your head off in the Forest of the Night
Say a prayer for the light

So now I live well
I live in the mine
I'm still slinging mud at the towers all the time
I took a walk
And threw up in an English Garden

I was born in the North, but my father's from the South
Love is a political beast with jaws for a mouth I don't care
You're upset - and have every right to be
Regretfully, you decline
Every night was a waste of time
Every night, every night, every night

You were on the side of good
I was inside of the sea's guts,
A crumbling beauty trapped in a river of ice
A crumbling beauty trapped in paradise,
Oh yes, it was Paradise

The tide comes in and the tide goes out again
I suppose this is the kind of thing we see every day
The tide comes in, the tide goes away
Oh, the tide comes in, yes the tide, yes the tide

A ransom note written on the night sky above
Reminds me what-in-particular about this wine I love
Like a punctured beast; better-off dead,
Compliments going to my head
La-da-da, la-da-da!

And speaking of my mind (the Sunflower)
And speaking of a world turning sour on you,
I was twenty years old in 1992
I was bathed in golden sunlight, alright

I was ripped on dope, you were a ray of sunshine
I was a hopeless romantic, you were swine
You've got to spend money to make money
You've got to stop calling me honey

Oh world, you fucking explosion that turns us around
The searchlight slumps over, so sick of the night,
And the kids on the boats, busted in the shipyard
Going down, down, down, down, down, down, down

You traveled light (all night, every night),
To arrive at the conclusion
Of the world's inutterable secret,

And you shut your mouth
I've seen it all

Free and easy, gentle, gentle
The wind through the trees makes you mental for me
Nancy, in a state of crisis, on a cloud