Текст песни Weezer - The Organ Player
Weezer - The Organ Player слова песни
The people come and lay down on the groundThey want to hear all the beautiful sounds Of the organ playerBut in the crowd is a bitter young manHe can`t accept what the other ones canThat the song is greater than himSpreading vemon in the crowdLaughing ?high horses? are loudThe player plays ever furiouslyHe won`t be swayed from the right melodyBecause he knows its beautyThe bitter man shoots his arrows of flameHe`s got to take out the source of his painAt the cost of righteous thinkingCasting necromancer spellsSummoning demons from hellThe tones rise upAnd spill his cupHe can`t defeat this tuneCasting necromancer spellsSummoning demons from hellAnother verse and the melodies riseA perfect tune doesn`t need a disguiseCause there is no fightingAnd nature says what is high and is lowFather Time will reveal what is showAnd the bitter man is fallingThe tones rise upAnd spill his cupHe can`t defeat this tuneAnother verse and the melodies riseA perfect tune doesn`t need a disguiseCause there is no fightingAnd nature says what is high and is lowFather Time will reveal what is showAnd the bitter man is fallingOn his knees