Little Barrie все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

What you doing with those funny little records?
What you doing making those scruffy little tunes?
It's only anything I'm thinking of,
And it's not about you.

What you doing pulling those faces with your guitar?
Don't you know that it isn't very cool?
It's only anything I'm thinking of,

hook a little trick right past the sleeve,
because the truth just can't be told
looking for the passport that you need,
to stop the truth fron breaking your soul

Better leave no clues
to tell him what the hell you want
you know it's only late or soon

You know clothing doesn't hang the same,
You're sounding southern you talk my name,
You're into something and you're out of that,
Claim that you missed us but you can't call back,
Been hitting places that I never been,
Jumped over oceans while I sit in streams uh huh,
Dutch courage told me that I'm right,
Like what I talk and talk just what I like.

Meant for you,
Unparraled fortune come see,
Truth or dare,
Well unaware the first ones free,
You get fuelled and I'll come keen,
Like the prettiest thing that you ever did see all week,
You trust me and I'll trust you,
What's the dirtiest trick that you ever could use for me.

Hands off baby don't you dare go dial,
It's a sure fire way to put my soul on trial,
Won't you barricade me to your one door town,
They'll be hell no way I'm gonna turn that down,
Memory recalling that this firm don't understand,
But I can't draw no breath until I got you by the hand.

Because I love you,

Let the car door slam
And now begin to breathe the fumes,
As the wheels begin to move,
And it's all gonna happen to me,
But I won't let it happen to you,
And as the fever steals your mind,
And the beat don't cease to rise,
Like a sure tricky habit to break,

Can't face the music so you pin that badge,
No days accusing if you pin that badge,
Rip up the ticket 'cause it ain't your jag,
don't wanna pick it case the roots go bad,
You'll be promoted if you pin that badge,
Love and devoted if you pin that badge,
Chest full of medals and a desk to match,
A pretty woman and a semi detached.

The morning paper flies,
Too quick to catch your eyes,
From nineteen stories high,
Of tiny little lives,
The moped kids are out,
Too old to walk about,
Throw coins against the wall,
Let's see how short they fall.