Aaron West and The Roaring Twenties все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

I woke up to shorebirds.
I must be close to the sea.
I walked through the parking lot,
felt the pavement burning my bare feet.
I stumble out eastward,
pushed my way through the reeds.
I woke up to shorebirds, I dreamed about drowning at sea.

Hey, Dianne, could you pick up the phone? I know that you're listening. Baby, I know that you're home and I know where I went wrong. Don't you leave me alone. Could you pick up the phone? I'm lost at a truck stop somewhere in the South. I don't know where I'm going, but I'm figuring it out. I locked myself in this phone booth; read you the number aloud. Now, I'm waiting it out. If I lay here long enough, maybe the bugs will eat me whole. If I stay here long enough maybe the night could take me home. I won't let go, even if you say so. No, I won't let go. Hey, Dianne, I've been trying to quit. I went from a pack and a half a day to this e-cigarette bullshit. It don't give me what I want but it stops them coughing fits. Oh, I know how you hate it. Hey, Dianne, I know I fucked up. It's just when we lost the baby, I kind of shut off. I know I never listened. I wasn't there for you enough. I'm a fuck up. I had a dream I flew back North and the plane went down before we hit New York. You didn't come to the funeral. I hope you'd come to the funeral.

I'm starting to believe that there's a god and he hates me.
I'm starting to believe that my mom lied about grace and divinity,
And it hurts like a sunburn,
Wakes me up from a deep sleep.

I parked on the street out in front of St. Mary's.
I watched people leave, from the mass in the evening.
With my windows down, I can still hear the gospel choir singing.

The most remarkable thing about coming home to you is the feeling of being in motion again: its the most extraordinary thing in the world.

I have two big hands and a heart pumping blood and a 1967 Colt .45 with the busted safety catch.

The world shines as I cross the Macon county line going to Georgia.

The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway is that it's you and that you are standing in the doorway and you smile as you ease the gun from my hand, I am frozen with joy right where I stand.

Hey, Holy Ghost, why'd you leave me? Where'd you go?
I know we ain't spoke in so long, but I've gotta know, if I'm alone.
If I start drinking, I'm gonna be the town drunk.
You always said I should lighten up,
I'm gonna lighten up. I'm gonna lighten up.

So long. I'm sorry that I wasn't who you want.
If I can't make you happy, I'm no good for anyone.

He invited me in; said his name was Jesse, and to take a look around. I found my coat at the bottom of the closet, dug it out. The only thing that she left, there in the middle of the room, was the couch. She’d always hated the pattern or the texture. I can't remember it now. I relived those nights there breaking down. I guess I’ll see myself out.

You kept me waiting like the G Train. I held the door open for hours. I had to walk away. I rode the A line out to Rockaway. I’m always drawn to the water.

Walked the streets to the shore. Passed by the murals fading off of the walls. Still licking the fresh wounds from a hurricane in the fall. And I watch them rebuild. I hummed a Ramone’s song out of key. Staring off at the skyline over shorebreak and remembering that this same ocean almost killed me. South Carolina, seafoam green.

You kept me waiting like the G Train. I held the door open for hours. I had to walk away. I took the A line out to Rockaway. I’m always drawn to the water. I felt the weight.

I pictured our apartment
In the middle of Brooklyn
And I pictured the bedroom
And how the floor's still a mess.
I pictured your office in mid-town Manhattan.
I pictured you walking in, I bet you're late again,
But your make-up's straight and you're smiling,
It's just like it's always been.

I got sick of the silence. I got tired of the dark. I was sleeping in late. I was wasting away. I was dying in small parts. So, I lit up a smoke and took a walk through the park. The dead leaves scrape concrete making it sound like you're next to me, arm in arm. I was putting holes in the drywall. I was hoping you'd save me from me. I'm gonna go see my mother. Take the LIRR. Walk the cold Brooklyn streets towards Astoria, Queens out to West Babylon. I walked up the driveway. Saw my Daddy's old car. He's been gone for months but we covered it up. It still sits in the yard. I spent my whole life saying I'd never need no one but I think I might need you. I think I might need you. We sat in the kitchen. My mother's a soldier of god and so paintings of Jesus and statues of saints still adorn all the halls but we'll never go hungry thanks to the infant of Prague and St. Joe keeps us safe cause we buried him deep in a hole in the backyard. I know things ain't been good since dad died. I know you don't need this from me. But mama, I'm breaking. There's no light in the dark. Dianne left this week. She said, "Son, look at me. I know we ain't been this low before and I'm sorry Aaron. I know this year has been hard. If you're hurt then I'm hurt. I won't make it worse. I'm always in your corner." Something's wrong. I been waiting here too long. She said, "I knew something was wrong. You ain't called here in too long. Take the car and run. Take the car and run. Take the car and run.

People are starting to tear down their Christmas lights.
It never got cold here, but they know that the season's died.
I've been sleeping in a motel off 95.
I don't really mind it much.
The clerk at the desk is nice.

Well he pours me a coffee and asks me if it's been a long night.