Текст песни Grant Lee Buffalo -  The Shining Hour   
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Are we still on the phone 
With the lady Anna Clarke and her trumpet solo 
Whose ghost sings for pay 
In the blue billiard room of the Monterey 
For room and for board 
And the backdoor key is a 19th century civil war sword 
Once owned by John Booth 
Who misplaced his script wen he caught his leather boot 
 
This could be the shining hour 
Based on all those mad beliefs 
In the money oil and angel powder 
In the new age magazine 
 
There`s a hole in the wall 
Behind the photograph of Al Capone he`s a sittin` down at city hall 
The police they peek thru here 
And they watch you get dressed in the two-way mirror 
But it`s all in good spirits 
And if you close your eyes ya can`t help help but to hear `em move 
 
This could be the shining hour 
Based on all those mad beliefs 
In the money oil and angel powder 
In the new age magazine 
 
I propose a toast 
To the memory of the horse who carried King Tut and his gold 
Into the sun 
He collapsed last summer from the heat stroke somewhere in the  
East Village oh 
It kills me to think 
That I`m no longer living just looking for excuses to drink 
So lift up your glass 
And you Ouija board `cause I`m fading fading fading fast 
 
This could be the shining hour 
Based on all those mad beliefs 
In the money oil and angel powder 
In the new age magazine