название:

Be Safe


автор:

The Cribs


жанры: indie, british, rock
альбомы: Men's Needs, Women's Needs, Whatever
рейтинг: ★★★★★ / 4.8 / 761 просмотр
One of those fucking, awful black days
When nothing is pleasing and everything that happens
Is an excuse for anger
An outlet for emotions stockpiled, an arsenal, an armorThese are the days when I hate the world
Hate the rich, hate the happy
Hate the complacent, the TV watchers
Beer drinkers, the satisfied onesBecause I know I can be all of those little hateful things
And then I hate myself for realizing that
There's no preventative, directive or safe approach for living
We each know our own fateWe know from our youth, how to be treated
How we'll be received, how we shall end
These things don't changeYou can change your clothes
Change your hairstyle, your friends, cities, continents
But sooner or later your own self will always catch up
Always it waits in the wingsIdeas swirl but don't stick
They appear but then run off like the rain on the windshieldOne of those rainy day car rides, my head implodes
The atmosphere in this car, a mirror of my skull
Wet, damp, windows dripping and misted with cold
Walls of grey, nothing good on the radio, not a thought in my headI know a place we can go and I'm falling
Love so hard that you wish you were tenLets take life and slow it down incredibly slow
Frame by frame
With two minutes that take ten years to live out
Yeah, let's do thatTelephone poles like praying mantis against the sky
Metal arms outstretched
So much land traveled, so little sense made of it
It doesn't mean a thing, all this land laid out behind usI'd like to take off into these woods and get good and lost for a while
I'm disgusted with petty concerns
Parking tickets, breakfast specials
Does someone just have to carry this weight?Abstract typography, methane covenant
Linear gospel, Nashville sales lady, stocky emissary
Torturous lice, mad ElizabethChemotherapy bullshitThe light within you shines like a diamond mine
Like an unarmed walrus, like a dead man face down on the highway
Like a snake, eating it's own tail
Steam turbine, frog farmTwo full closets burst open in disarray, soap bubbles in the sun
Hospital death bed, red convertible, shopping list, blow job
Deaths head, devils dancing, bleached white buildings, memories Movements, the movie, unfeeling, unreeling, about to beginI know a place we can go and I'm falling
Love so hard that you wish you were tenI've seen your hallway, you're a darn call away
I've hear your stairs creak, I can fix my mind on your yes
And your no, I'll film your face today in the sparkling canals
All red, yellow, blue, green brilliance and silver Dutch reflectionRacing thoughts, racing thoughts, all too real
You're moving so fast now, I can't hold your image
This image I have of your face by the window
Me standing beside you, arm on your shoulder
A catalog of images, flashing glimpses then gone againI'm tethered to the post you've sunk in me
And every clear afternoon I'll think of you,
up in the air, twisting your heel
Your knees up around me, my face in your hair
You scream so well, your smile so loud, it still rings in my earsI know a place we can go and I'm falling
Love so hard that you wish you were tenImitation, distant, tired of longing, clean white teeth
Stay the course, hold the wheel, steer on to freedom
Open all the boxes, open all the boxes
Open all the boxes, open all the boxesTimes Square Midday, newspaper buildings
News headlines going around, you watch as they go
And hope there's some good ones, those tree shadows in the park
They're all whispering, shake some leavesAround six p.m., shadows across the cobblestones
Girl in front of bathroom mirror, she slowly and carefully
Paints her face green and mask like
Like Matisse, portrait with green stripeLong shot through apartment window
A monologue on top but no girl in shot
The light within me shines like a diamond mineLike an unarmed walrus
Like a dead man face down on the highway
Like a snake eating its own tail
A steam turbine, frog farmTwo full closets burst open in disarray, soap bubbles in the sun
Hospital death bed, red convertible, shopping list, blow job
Deaths head, devils dancing, bleached white buildings, memories Movements, the movie, unreeling, about to beginOh, great by me
Yeah? Mine were alright, wasn't my best one but who cares?
That's the spirit
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Это интересно:The Cribs — это инди-рок группа из Вейкфилда, графства Западный Йоркшир, Великобритания. Группа состоит из братьев-близнецов Гарри и Райана Ярман и их младшего брата Росса Ярмана. Впоследствии к ним присоединился бывший гитарист The Smiths и Modest Mouse Джонни Марр, который стал официальным членом группы в 2008 году. Марр оставался в составе группы до 2011 года; об его уходе было официально объявлено 11... продолжение
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