Fatima Mansions - Your World Customer | Текст Иностранной Песни
In the bright-lit railway station, 3 A.M. in a town whose active life is at an end I was met by a rich man dressed in a panda fur who said, "If I can keep smiling I can
Fatima Mansions - Nite Flights | Текст Иностранной Песни
(Music/Lyrics--Scott Engel) ©1993 International Media Holdings (BMI) There's no hold The moving has come through The danger brushing you turns its face into
Fatima Mansions - Stigmata | Текст Иностранной Песни
Stronger than reason, stronger than lies The only truth I know Is the look in your eyes Just like a car crash, just like a knife My favorite weapon is the look in your
Fatima Mansions - The Loyaliser | Текст Иностранной Песни
The model volcano by the giant gas tank The street corner gun-market next to the robbed bank The poorhouse next to the Uniroyal palace A tower of riches, beside it the abyss
Fatima Mansions - Viva Dead Ponies | Текст Иностранной Песни
(Retail groceries...) Do you know how Jesus feels when he's behind his sportscar wheel and the windscreen glass is all gummed up with blood? Do you know how old
Fatima Mansions - Popemobile To Paraguay | Текст Иностранной Песни
The postmark read "Asuncion"... By the foul Adriatic there can be some dramatic variations in the temperature so you can't recall which S.S. dress to wear
Fatima Mansions - The White Knuckle Express | Текст Иностранной Песни
This truck stop: rancid gravy A man with no hands waving and the dog 'round my leg bumps and grinds It rains for miles out there on mud and tar and still air and
Fatima Mansions - Blues For Ceaucescu | Текст Иностранной Песни
Well, hello. You can no longer depend on the land in which you were born. You can no longer depend on any land in which you choose to place yourself. You can no longer depend on
Fatima Mansions - Smiling | Текст Иностранной Песни
The jet plane draws a jagged wound along the dimming autumn sky His breath steams on ahead of him as through the tenement he does stride to knock upon some doors The boy who
Fatima Mansions - The Holy Mugger | Текст Иностранной Песни
Here he comes, in the dead of the month His hair falling out, his shoulders hunched Secure with his Third World expectation [...] open sewers of degredation I hate his guts