Lloyd Cole And The Commotions, 1987 все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

This ones from the hip
Oh mother you have sorely misjudged me
It should have been whipped
Out of me
Without a father figured i
Yeh I concluded then that im
Not for spitting on
This ones from the hip

hey rusty
`s a long time
remember
`s like yesterday
stealing cigarettes
and laughing as they chased us
down the boulevards
then i got a job

the western minnesota intercollegiate circle
telephoned they said
hey sean could you mosey on down to our gala ball
it reads mister maddonna kicks some beat poetry
if i could i would i would i swear i would be better
but it seems i am just a natural no good
and whats more i like living like that
after seven lines seventeen maybe i had to stop