Gatsby's American Dream все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

Eloise sits, this privelaged corpse,
A mundance pace offers no sturggle
Denny holds tight,
Chrome death kiss on a platter,
He enters a raid to a hive

[What do you want to be?]
Who do you want to be?

This is frustration.
This is me, using the same tricks and getting sick of it.
This is me throwing these hands against the wall, hoping something will stick; this is awful.
Awful to think who decides what should or should not stay.
What ends up on the cutting room floor?
Apparently, it's not my, it's not my choice to make.
So here's another one, is it good enough? Please do accept.
I need this so.

Power of love is a curious thing
It makes one man weep and another man sing
Change a hawk to a little white dove
More than a feeling that's the power of love

It's tougher than diamonds and rich like cream
Stronger and harder than a bad girl's dream
Make a bad one good, make a wrong one right

Subtract the greed that spurs you on and there's no room for them in your shitty scene. Feeding on a carcass to sustain a following. Nobody wins. You want it all and you spoil it for nothing. The Scene is dying. You bleed it dry. You'll get what you want
. You feed on us, but you're so wrong. Now running out of fuel who worships you. You persecute you. The music fails you. Who hails you? The royalty of a shitty scene. It's a joke you can keep it.

How could you understand?
The way I feel about god...
How could you understand?
Anything, about me at all...
I am the wind, singing a sad song
I am a volcano, and i'll hurt you all
My pride, ripped a hole in the world that set loose...
A shadow!

I see the world in a swirl of hues,
but my favorite color is shame.

Tonight the sky is painted...
Tonight the sky is painted melancholy
and the wind sings songs as if it would lament
some tradgedy on the far side of the world.

you made my heart your home
so i snuck up on the rooftop
to peer down at you
through the skylight
to find that you were setting fires
who sets fire to their own home?
my chest is burning
but i am not the one pointing fingers

production line chasing mechanical dreams
i'm not just a number
balances gaining interest but who yields the profit
can you measure a man by the line of his credit
i'm worth more than the sum of my parts
equations don't add up
heed this warning don't go chasing
american dreams ripping at the seams

"Look at me, when I talk to you."
But my eyes can't bear the sight
A white so brilliant it pains my heart but I can make you disappear
I can make you disappear
I can make you disappear if I try
If I try hard enough
I can make myself believe
Maybe I can't convince you