The Weakerthans - Exiles Among You | Текст Иностранной Песни
Body is a difficult sister And she loves her And hides her somewhere in herself Safe from harm She's barely coasting into a paycheck Stuck on empty Her
The Weakerthans - Diagnosis | Текст Иностранной Песни
I have a headache, I have a sore back I have a letter I can't send I have desire, it falters and falls down It calls you up drunk at three or four a.m. To wonder
The Weakerthans - Plea From A Cat Named Virtue | Текст Иностранной Песни
Why don't you ever wanna play? Tired of this piece of string You sleep as much as I do now and you Don't eat much of anything I don't know who you're
The Weakerthans - Psalm For The Elks Lodge Last Call | Текст Иностранной Песни
Let the waitress put the chairs up Let the glasses that you broke Form a picture of our leader With a halo made of smoke Let the golden oldies station Crackle and
The Weakerthans - Letter Of Resignation | Текст Иностранной Песни
Takes a dried up ball-point, lemon juice and water, keeps a diary invisibly, In the kitchen corner of a basement bachelor suite there's a certain search for certainty, you know we'll
The Weakerthans - Anchorless | Текст Иностранной Песни
They called here to tell me That you're finally dying Through a veil of childish cries Southern Manitoba Prairie's pulling at the Pant leg of your bad
The Weakerthans - Sounds Familiar | Текст Иностранной Песни
We emerged from youth all wide-eyed like the rest Shedding skin faster than skin can grow And armed with hammers, feathers, blunt knives Words to meet and to define and to, but
The Weakerthans - Elegy From Gump Worsley | Текст Иностранной Песни
He looked more like our fathers Not a goalie, player, athlete period Smoke, half-ash Stuck in that permanent smirk Tugging jersey around the beer gut 'I'm
The Weakerthans - Leash | Текст Иностранной Песни
Had one of those days when you wanna try heroin Drunk driving some form of soft suicide Sitting in silence and staring at ceilings Or peeling the paint off of things to
The Weakerthans - Relative Surplus Value | Текст Иностранной Песни
Find the airport, 7 a.m. My heart pumping pure mini-bar Sit on the concrete by the carts And some girl throws a dime in my lap You won't be laughing when you