Текст песни Stephen Malkmus - Discretion Grove
Stephen Malkmus - Discretion Grove слова песни
Hate recreatedA revelationUh listen to meIll tell you Im about to runThe ceilings are undoneSpecialized victoriesFor overage whoresI felt up your feelingsAnd they left me no more timeTo see what I want to findBelieve-- let it goAnd leave--the shots in closingBelieve--discretion groveFor its timeTo go thereYea theres time, theres time, theres timeTo go thereCelt alcoholicFeeling past blueIm tryin to get upFrom sending all my selves to youAnd in times I tilted truthMajor alfonsoMind up the goldThe ceremonial dead treesTold him all that he could doAnd its all we do to run, run, run,Youre never gonna run aground until the sun is downYou are gonna hear the sound of a crazy shipOn an insane raidJust crash our wind on a manic bayDistract the wind on a manic bayScratch the wind on a manic bay