Текст песни The Fatima Mansions - Brunceling`s Song
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James Jesus Angleton sells sunlamps door to doorin this so-called peacetime, even spooks fight to stay aliveI don`t much like him, but I sit and mind his carHe says, "Brunceling, where to now?This global suburb`s ours..."They said "adapt," and, sometime back, I think I snappedbut it`s no big deal, I would not trade my luckI have no system now, I just drift until I`m found;"Brunceling, hand me down a new slogan", now:PENURY HAS SET US FREE!NOTHING, NOTHING, NOTHING IS TRUEAn assassin`s bullet which has lodged in my neckpicks up Radio Kabul and it bores me to death--NOTHING, NOTHING, NOTHING IS TRUE"I know Khomeini, John Wilkes Booth and the Jackson 5,"the old man roared as I poured him into his bed,"Why, they control the bourbon runs from Bialystok to Brunei!Brunceling, you`re like me," he said"They fear us cause we accept no blameand we`re too fucking old to change.Too many hatreds for making amends.Too many favours for friends of dead friends.Oh, their mumbled thanks came cheap to them.Too many marksmen on the knolls,Too many alibis always to hold,I`m a sad old joke; forget I spoke..."OPEN THE VEIN, OPEN THE VEIN,OPEN THE VEIN, WIDER THE VEINLet in more rain, let in more rainSEVER THE PHONELINE, SEVER THE HEAD,SEEING IN WHITE, GREEN, YELLOW AND REDI think he`s dead, I think he`s deadNothing, nothing, nothing is trueOld friends now reject me for misjudgements I`ve madeSome are in power, some in flyover gravesNothing, nothing, nothing is trueAnd tell me, stiff, whose little baby were you?