- 歌詞
- アルバムリスト
PNDC & Housework
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The Fix
here I bear the liquor of the buried dead some was bled from the sewing machine some was bled to me in a dream she carries them on her back as another day begins
'Bury the dead for fear that they walk to the grave in labor' but after all I carry the grain of the laboring dead cutting short the nonsense of what forever meant some journeys are meant to be travelled on heavy legs
and all the medicines won't help me recollect
dressed to die, now softly alive dressed to die, with my red veins full of lye now softly alive you got me dressed to kill once but I've been always dressed to die
I took the lazy way down The metal stairs From the roof Through the overgrown garden And the kitchen door To her bedroom もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com And her eyes Not dead Her mouth Not speaking Not dead Teeth missing And warnings spelled
Next year we'll be less Or maybe this year Bankrupt in the real world Spirit broke in an empty house Just keep on watching family ghosts Like there's time to spend Or life left to spend
Disapproving clientele I hurry down the channels To find my fiction To find my fix…
/Quote from dylan thomas's 24/
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