The Dismemberment Plan все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

You dig down underground now
Through the soil, through the cooling clay
As the din fades above you
You're moving
You're secret
You're nowhere
It's all good
And no lights lead you onwards

There's a kind of music that reminds me of you
It's all clear expensive drinks and shiny shirts
And the click of heels as they descend from the taxi
Like the first foot on the moon, oh, and it glows with ache
And if it hits me right it's almost too much to take
And it's got right angle razor thin lines
That turn and swerve like perfect sines
As we dress to the nines in an

Called in sick to work today, I couldn't have gotten a damn thing done anyhow.

Made myself some coffee and I listened to the rain rattling leaves, yeah.

I told myself there's nothing wrong and stared right through the paper for a
long, long time

Stuck inside your dream so long it wears you down and grows you old....and

If I don't have s-s-s-s-s-s-sex by the end of the week, I'm g-g-g-going to die
If I don't feel a p-p-p-p-pair of s-s-s-soft l-l-l-l-lips on my own, oh, I'm going to hang my head and cry.
If I don't feel w-w-w-warm breathe on the n-n-n-nape of my n-n-n-n-neck or feel a nice post-coital sigh
C'mon baby, you can tell the cops why…
(Various oh oh's and yea yea's)
And ya don't know th-th-th-the ice ice cold vice that grips my head
And ya don't know th-th-th-the burning, the burning I feel when I try to get out of bed
And ya don't know how these urges, all these urges, can be so very very misread

She’s wearing too much lipstick tonight
A little black dress a little too tight
She tries to make small talk but it drips with spice
She knows that he’s coming; it’s really all right
Nobody here could know how she feels
Not getting drunk and she hates wearing heels
She tries to stand but the room seems to bend and reel
Her friends all keep asking why can’t she just deal

I love a magician
She can cut me in half
She can find quarters behind my ear
And make me laugh, one two one two
Is this thing on? Let’s assess
Oh yes, she’s the best. There is no contest
But I must confess that there are times like when
She floats me straight up in the air

Saphire earings in the one hand
Long stemmed rose and cash in the other
Got one last kiss on her forehead
Wonder what she's going to tell mother
Out the window to the alley
Join the sidewalk crowd and dissapear
Take the last train to Marseilles

People my people -- the cat in the steeple --
and everyone here I need your ear so be cool for a few
I feel a funny emotion, a negative notion
a tear in the air, an unseen stare, if I'm wrong then I'm wrong
what I say?

Senors and senoras -- they cannot ignore us --
we know that they know the score, it's there at the core --always been

Secret Curse
anonymous hex on flavorless food and terrible sex
a day of no rhythm a night of no rest
and I do not know what sin I have not confessed

Secret Curse
terrible blight I'm deafened by sound and blinded by light
caught when I flee and beat when I fight and I'm cocky when wrong

The only thing worse than bad memories
Is no memories at all
From the age of 20 to 22 I had five friends
None of whose names I can recall
And as I would walk down K Street to some temping job
As winter froze the life out of fall
Yeah, I must’ve been having a ball, yeah

In early '95, well, we got the dough so we could diversify
Had a lot of money up in bioweapons which has low liquidity
Sold a lot of Krugerrands and rubles to a bunch of really weird Swiss guys
And we were rockin'

Took a little while but we finally got to get our groove on
We were running weapons to a Cuban in Miami that just kind of flaked on us
Then there was the time I called John Gotti up and I asked him if his fridge was running

As kisses go, it wasn't anything out of the ordinary.. The alkaline lips, Her
fingers wrapped around my belt...She had to go, She took a step back in and
then she started to smile, I heard a funny sound, And everything seemed to
shift,.. yeah

A crazy wail, A funny shutter of a bad magnetic event, A ghost ran through us,
Moving like a shadow of a cloud... I wasn't sure, I thought that something
happened but I didn't know what, The moment seemed to fade, And I turned my

the luminous arch of a lover's shoulder
backlit by the moon
the sudden shock of too loud laughter
like a forgotten favorite tune
if i dont ever think about these things again
oh it would be too soon

A knowing ache,

Pop open a bottle of bubbly, yeah
Here's to another goddamn new year
And outside, two million drunk Bostonians are getting ready to sing "Auld Lang Syne" out of tune
I sit there in my easy chair, looking at the clouds, orange with celebration
And I wonder if you're out there

Hey! The ice of Boston is muddy
And reflects no light, in day or night

No one means what they say
And you can tell as clear as deep-sea fish
All internal organs and glowing eyes
I've been good, I've been busy
I've realized my friend's true intentions
Cut all ties
I've been doing ten thousand pushups a day
Plastic cube filled with pus that sits atop my supervisor's desk

I got it in the mail one morning
There was no return address
Just my name in gold leaf on the front
There was no time or location
There was really no info at all
No date no place no time no RSVP
But it said:
You are invited by anyone to do anything