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Альбом Melvins



23.08.1999
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Toy, Toy, Toy, Toy
Toy, Toy, Toy, Toy
Toy, Toy, Toy, Toy
Toy, Toy, Toy, Toy

The simpletons are turnip white
More than all and delicate
Take away the finest falling down
Let it all go
Let it all be low
Be nouse
Make it fit
Throw a fit
Run around and
Find a velvet falling overhead
Looking for my door

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When did it begin?
And will it ever end?
The way you take the muscle from the song
And kinda swing it
You lay it on
And I ain't one of your friends
You're losing all the green
And now you say it
Now why would that be me?
And why would I agree?
To keep it in my head
And what you think is cold
It's the nature of my soul
Sorry man,
I aint gonna be told
Let it all be.

I wonder why
you put this on me
I speak my mind
Its sorta funny
I'm violent with the hands in my head
They kinda move
But movin gets me nowhere
Now you can all decide
And you can tell your lies
But who you call your friends
And what you think is cold
It's the nature of my soul
Sorry man,
I aint gonna be told
Let it all be.


"I stood there in the middle of the...
...if i could see anything but all I could see was...
beer...a collectible...(I'm a bookworm)...
...$450 a room where I stayed......
...Nazi's...my life nothing ever prepared me for...
...since my...moved in...
...not to take pity on a poor soul
and I haven't since once spilled beer but now I have...
...I've never seen...addicted to my super beer...
have a proper ending/it's ended."


Tangle it in the ends
Heart in hand
Lookin for the blood
Of the White Man
Lookin for the day
When I can be an Indian
After all this time
I get my revenge
But I, I aint no Indian
I have to kill
With what I can
Dream of their fall, dream of their death

. . .


Cold distant fires behead
Laugh on the what it was you live
Dream of the wounded one he dreamed
Master the loaded box be seen

Now is the time is in on hey
Mine is forget to end my lie

The trappings are sometimes near
Run until you’re on the sodding bill
Fight with the pen inside that brain
Happy are they just looking in

Now is the time is in on hey
Mine is forget to end my lie

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on and on you asked me for the vision
we got none but violence for the soul
hey mommy ga ga what you’re after
half time it’s only four years old
and all the time it gazes for the bathtub
and I got tell to lose the tells me war
you’re the ugly mouth within the foe war
daddys tells his heart is at the end

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Na-na-na-now
At least then I’m all rested.
I can't deny
I won’t let that harm man in
It won’t be long now,
Still warming you up.
I can’t believe
Enough you Band-Aid girl
Holding me high
You stand there all laugh and
It wont be long 'til I’m holding you more distant
And I got the fever of your ridicule.
Oh, oh.

Time for the pill
In your faulty stomach, you.
Give in my heart
Cross lines with the vial on you.
It wont be long 'til I’m holding you, mouldy stump
And I got the front of all your ridicule
Oh, oh.

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Let’s begin
Let’s all martyr my mother
I forget
You’re the wonder walker.

What is there
This is true our cage misses
And is it mine?
And can it be your mouth?

We all are here
We all are just right near
And in my ear
I hear what you are now.

Albion, Albion, Albion, Albion

Underneath the Magick
Under all the Law
What is this thing I see?
Ordinary, ordinary

Albion, Albion, Albion, Albion

Let me tell the world
How you are
What will your wife remember?
Ordinary, ordinary

Albion, Albion, Albion, Albion

Now that you’ve opened
All of our dull minds
Let me thank you most repeatedly
Hands, eyes, tongue.

. . .


liar
lies on him anyway
leader
he cannot forget
the world needs now
and anyway
I hate it
leave it on the floor
the seal
lies on them anyway
maybe
attach it to the wall
the world needs now
and anyway
the crosses
it’s later than you think
we all need
an old and all
lately
he cannot forget
holding out
and everywhere
I seen it
and we can all belong
the wheel
sized up and everything
and feeling
back against the wall
the world is now
a motor now
the native
we are not alone

. . .


Green and it goes with the gold
Lights with the sound
Standing alone

Alive it shines with the star
Lifting my hand
Holding my eyes
Lone rose holding now
Lone rose holding now
Lone rose holding now

. . .


All the hand and other land
And all I’ve done to get along
All those steal when I've been there
Made me harder than the ground
All that fire illuminates
It left me miles from anywhere
Hiding over there
Anyone I can see
I could find in anyone
As long as they're in there
I will never fail

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