Текст песни Frank Black - Calistan
Frank Black - Calistan слова песни
I took three days to drive down one streetThe radio on, tuned to the big fleetInvisible planes are cracking the concreteThats just what some people sayI put down my blanket on cigarette butt beachI saw the old man, he was doing okHes making his last standOn old bottles and cansround there, calistan wayUsed to be sixteen lanesUsed to be nuevo spainUsed to be juan wayneUsed to be mexicoUsed to be navajoUsed to be yippy-ay-i-dont knowWent in from the weather when I got wheezyI play some pachinko I play pachisiAnd st. anne is still making it breezyIn the valley of tar that once was l.a.And my best friend hes the king of karaokeHe struck up a chord and he took it awayOut of the panAnd into japanround there, calistan wayUsed to be sixteen lanesUsed to be juan wayneUsed to mexicanUsed to be espano nuevoUsed to navajoUsed to be yippie-ay-i-dont know