Текст песни Stephen Malkmus - Trojan Curfew
Stephen Malkmus - Trojan Curfew слова песни
Greek gods are communingBeneath the doric archAnd they talk how small we humans areThey drink to agamemnonThey toast his pyhrric marchAnd wait for the sacrificesShepherds herd in real timeSheep are barley-grazing on a field of greenVines ripen to findTroy will prevailTrojan curfews prevailSo we got smashed on iosDown around some doric archAnd the trashed blonde scandiMistook me for a swedeHer slurred medieval accentWas like a puddle at my feetYou could see chopped tobacco in her teethFlaccidOn a rock hard strip of concreteNear a field of greenWe sign deutschmarks are fineArent you too paleDoes it hurt you? So paleTrojan curfews prevail