Пластинки дурной вкус текст песни

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Submitted by N. M. Sh. on Fri, 27/09/2019 - 04:52

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Records

Another chilly day

I can't be bothered to go out

And no one's calling me today

The picture in the window is [frozen]/[standing still] again

The fog is coming straight from the Silent Hill

It's still the same bland boring view

Come to my place

We'll listen to the old records

Divine Comedy, Peter Gabriel and Sting

The world has gone mad

I am fed up with what's happening outside

Let's listen to the old records till the morning comes

What a crushing boredom

I feel the (cold steel of) time (pressed) against my head

The bleak lights are coming up at night

I am tired of waiting for something

I don't want to go to sleep

I am feeling scared again, I am calling you

Come to my place

We'll listen to the old records

Lennon and Morrissey, David Byrne

Cure and Sting

The world has gone mad

I am fed up with what's happening outside

Let's listen to the old records as (we did) yesterday

Submitted by N. M. Sh. on Fri, 27/09/2019 - 04:52

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