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[demonic_fish]

я ненавижу людей

me and all the kids from the neighborhood
we played out on the street all summer long
rule was we had to go home at night when the street lights came on
we were oblivious to the rest of the world
and we'd hold up the cars in the street
and we'd always play boys against girls and both sides would cheat

strange men would stop their cars at the curb
say "hey, sweetheart, come here"
and I'd go up to the window and they'd have their dick out in their hand
and a sick little sneer

I'd say, "here we go again.
yeah, ok, this time you win"
and I would feel dirty, I'd feel ashamed
but I wouldn't let it stop my game

we would play hide and go seek
and territory would be the whole block
sometimes the older boys when they'd find you
they wouldn't want to tag you they'd just wanna "talk"
they'd say "what would you do for a quarter?
come on, we don't have that much time"
and I'd think a minute and I'd say say,"ok, give me the quarter first." - "fine"

this time you win
here we go again
and I would feel dirty and I would feel ashamed
but I wouldn't let it stop my game

I remember my first trip alone on a greyhound bus
a man put who his hands on me as soon as night fell
remember me, when I was leaving, how excited I was?
remember when I arrived I didn't feel so well?
I remember the teacher at school that got me so sick, so scared
that I went into the bathroom and I threw up in my hair
and I could go on but you know what, it just gets worse
and I should probably stop there

girl, next time he wants to know what your problem is
girl, next time he wants to know where the anger comes from
just tell him this time the problem's his
tell him the anger
just comes
it just comes

я ненавижу всех людей

My friend has problems with winter and autumn
They give him prescriptions, they shine bright lights on him
They say it's genetic, they say he can't help it,
they say you can catch it - but sometimes, you're born with it

My friend has blight, he gets shakes in the night,
and they say that there's no way that they could have caught it in
time takes its toll on him
It is traditional
It is inherited predisposition

All day I've been wondering:
What is inside of me?
Who can I blame for it?
I say it runs in the family,
this famine that carries me to such great lengths
to open my legs up to anyone who'll have me
It runs in the family, I come by it honestly
Do what you want - 'cause, who knows?
It might fill me up...


My friend's depressed - she's a wreck, she's a mess
They've done all sorts of tests and they guess it has something to do
with her grandmother's grandfather's grandmother - civil war soliders, who badly infected her.

My friend has maladies, rickets and allergies
that she dates back to the seventeenth century.
Somehow she manages in her misery, strips in the city and shares all her best tricks with [me].

Me? Well, I'm well.
Well, I mean - I'm in hell
Well, I still have my health - at least that's what they tell me
If wellness is this, what in hell's name is sickness?
But business is business and business runs in the family

We tend to bruise easily, bad in the blood;
I'm telling you 'cause I just want you to know me, know me and my family
We're wonderful folks
But don't get too close to me 'cause you might
knock me up...

Mary, have mercy - now look what I've done!
But don't blame me, because I can't help where I come from.
And running is something that we've always done well,
but mostly I can't even tell what I'm running from.

Run from the pity, from responsibility
Run from the country and run from the city
I can can run from the law, I can run from myself
I can run from my life, I can run into debt
I can run from it all, I can run 'til I'm gone
I can run for the office, and run from the cause
I can run using every last ounce of energy-

I cannot, I cannot, I cannot run from my family.

They're hiding inside of me, corpses on ice
Come in, if you like - but just don't tell my family
They'd never forgive me, they'd say that I'm crazy
But they would say anything if it would
shut me up...

больше всего себя

I must go on standing
You can't break that which isn't yours
I must go on standing
I'm not my own, it's not my choice

Be afraid of the lame
They'll inherit your legs
Be afraid of the old
They'll inherit your souls
Be afraid of the cold
They'll inherit your blood
Apres moi, le deluge
After me comes the flood

I must go on standing
You can't break that which isn't, isn't, yours, yours
I must go on standing
I'm not my own, it's not my choice

Be afraid of the lame
They'll inherit your legs
Be afraid of the old
They'll inherit your souls
Be afraid of the cold
They'll inherit your blood
Apres moi, le deluge
After me comes the flood

Be afraid of the lame
They'll inherit your legs
Be afraid of the old
They'll inherit your souls
Be afraid of the cold
They'll inherit your blood
Apres moi, le deluge
After me flood

Февраль - достать чернил и плакать
Писать о феврале навзрыд
Пока грохочущая слякоть
Весною чёрною горит

Февраль - достать чернил и плакать
Писать о феврале навзрыд
Пока грохочущая слякоть
Весною чёрною горит

Be afraid of the lame
They'll inherit your legs
Be afraid of the old
They'll inherit your souls
Be afraid of the cold
They'll inherit your blood
Apres moi, le deluge
After me comes the flood

I must go on standing
You can't break that which isn't yours
I must go on standing
I'm not my own, it's not my choice

I must go on stan-stan-ding-dong
You can't, can't break that, that
Which isn't, isn't yours, yours

I must go on stan-stan-ding-dong
I'm not, not my own, own
It's not, not my choice


не-не-не, всё нормально. даже хорошо. просто настроение философское.

@темы: пафосное, rectally incompatible, песенки