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The Magnetic Fields
The Magnetic Fields




Альбом The Magnetic Fields


Get Lost (24.10.1995)
24.10.1995
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I know you've tried
I know you've cried
I know you've died a little inside
but, baby, you could be famous
you could see your marble face all around

baby, you could be famous
if you could just get out of this town
just get out of this town now
baby, you could be famous
you could sell the world a new look and sound
baby, you could be famous
if you could just get out of this town
just get out of this town now

you sold your soul to rock'n'roll
gave up control, but here's your loophole
you are the queen of every scene
you are the king of everything


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time provides the rope
but love will tie the slipknot
and I will be the chair you kick away

you don't even like anything you like
or the people you know
and all of your reasons to stay alive died

I dedicate this song to you
for all the desperate things you made me do
I'd like to beat you black and blue
for all the agony you have put me through

front seat stained with love
a back seat full of Bibles
purloined from the drawers of lost motels

they say when you're older you'll understand
- you know it's a lie
cause you've got a twisted and mangled heart

down Route 66, you pilfered love and green stamps
W.C. Fields with Mae West in your eyes

they say every clock's a blunt instrument
crushing the skull
but you've got a vice to rest your head in


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someone else's world goes by
as my train runs through this night
someone else's rain comes down
but no rain can touch me now

smoke and mirrors, special effects
a little fear, a little sex
that's all love is behind the tears
smoke and mirrors

we were foolish, you and I
but there's no reason to cry
we put on a lovely show, but that's all
I had to go

I don't know the stations' names
I'll spend my life on this train

fumee et miroirs, effets speciaux
un pue de peur, un peu de sexe
sous les larmes l'amour n'est que sa de
la fumee et des miroirs


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Moons in June
I've given up on that stuff
Arms have charms but
But I've no hope for falling in love

The rest of life pales in significance
I'm looking for somebody with whom to dance

With whom to dance
With whom to dance
I'm looking for somebody with whom to dance

Rings and strings
What use have I for these things?
Bells and carousels
I'd just be fooling myself

The rest of life pales in significance
I'm looking for somebody with whom to dance

With whom to dance
LyricsWith whom to dance
I'm looking for somebody with whom to dance

And you, you look like heaven
An angel who stepped from a dream
Seven hundred and seventy-seven times lovlier than anything I've ever seen

The rest of life pales in significance
I'm looking for somebody with whom to dance

With whom to dance
With whom to dance
I'm looking for somebody with whom to dance


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Brian Wilson 1960 and Vine Summer kisses in a pendleton shirt
Songs and gentle words granted wishes when you look in my eyes
I go soft inside and the sound of your voice sends shivers up my
spine and at the slightest touch we're in love, you and me and
the moon. In a cool gay bar where the people are entertaining
when the sun clocks in we'll still be talking and champagning
underneath the strobe lights we can dance all night I'm a little
bit shy you're easy on the eye and at the slightest touch we're in
love, you and me and the moon. When you look in my eyes I go soft
inside and the sound of your voice sends shivers up my spine and
at the slightest touch we're in love, you and me and the moon.


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don't look away
I don't think I could stand it
so don't look away
cause my heart couldn't handle it

there's a fire in your eyes
and it's melting the ice in my heart
so don't blink an eye
they're so beautiful open
just let them cry, or the spell will be broken

the moments in your gaze
have been turning to days in my heart
we've never met, and yet we're in love
never forget, one look is enough
just as long as you don't look away

we can never be lovers
there's one chance to take
there won't be any others

I'll be spending my life
with your eyes, like a knife
in my heart


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I know all the names of your tears
the numbers of those lonely years
I know all the someone somedays
don't believe them anyway

when you love someone
you can't always tell the sun
it will be twilight soon
save a secret for the moon

in a darkened room
write it on a black balloon
then watch it fade from view
save a secret for the moon

I can show you sadder poetry
than you ever dreamed there could be
I know all the saddest people
most of them are dead now


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All the summer days
Where we used to play
Walking hand in hand
Castles in the sand

So you say good night
But you meant good bye
Now our love has died
This is why i cry

From the madding crowd
Pointing up at clouds
Summer turned to fall
Pictures on the wall


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Summer, summer, summer
Slowly turned into fall
Me and my baby doll
Never went to the beach
Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere
Was a place we could run
On the sand with the sun
Always just out of reach
Somewhere sunny summer's
Marching to a different drummer, singing
"Summer, summer summer's
Gonna turn into fall
You and your baby doll
Better go to the beach cause

Love is lighter than air
It floats away if you let go
Love is lighter than air
It rises through the falling snow."

A crime, crime, crime
LyricsSin and illness is time
Neither reason nor rhyme
Can obstruct his bad dance
The nasty little swine
Slipped us mickeys in wine
Wove his hair into twine
And then tied our hands
We're forced to watch him wriggle
And endure his folsome giggle and his
Mime, mime, mime
Unforgivable mime
Our one chance is to climb
Into blimps of romance cause

Love is lighter than air
It floats away if you let go
Love is lighter than air
It rises through the falling snow


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when you're old and lonely
you will wish you'd married me
I could build a fire for you
and bring you cakes and tea

when you're cold and hungry
I'll be waiting by the phone
you can call me up and tell me
how you're all alone
all alone

when you're old and lonely
and the rush of life is past
days go by too slowly
and the years go by too fast

when your golden loneliness
is heavier than stone
you can call me up and say:
"my god, I'm all alone
all alone..."


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outside the rain is coming down
inside it's warm and dry
you'll never find a cab uptown
so why not stay the night?
why don't you call in sick tomorrow?
let's sleep the day away
I've got pyjamas you can borrow
let's take a holiday

you can't leave the village in the morning
when the radio writes poetry for avenue pi
you get tangled in the wheels of old queen river
and you can't find the breath to whisper goodbye

why don't you stay until the weekend?
it should clear up by then
as your resolve begins to weaken
we'll become such good friends
and you could stay until the summer
and we can sleep through spring
and I can telephone my drummer
and have her get your things

why don't you stay until we're old
and fall in love with life?
why don't you stay until we're ghosts?
we'll only seem to die...


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If I live through the night,
i could feel alright
it could make a good song or something
i've been trying to give
myself reasons to live
but i really can't think of one thing

i drive around
i walk around in circles
cause i got no sense of direction
i guess i've got no sense at all

all the umbrellas in london couldn't stop this rain
(this rain, this rain)
and all the dope in new york couldn't kill this pain
and all the money in tokyo couldn't make me stay
all the umbrellas in london couldn't stop this rain

i dont cry anymore
i walk out of the door
and i usually keep on walking
Lyricsi sit in a bar
where the cocktails are
but i really don't feel like talking

i ride around
and let the darkness fall
cause i got no sense of perfection
and nothing makes much sense at all

all the umbrellas in london couldn't stop this rain
(this rain, this rain)
and all the dope in new york couldn't kill this pain
and all the money in tokyo couldn't make me stay
all the umbrellas in london couldn't stop this rain


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with an ivory pipe
and a cummerbund
in the dead of night on the Autobahn
with the long ago on the radio
and the dreaming moon...

we were young and in love
in a burning town
but the fire went out
I'm alone again now
and I finally know
how cool to be cold
with the dreaming moon...

I'll begin again
with another new name
and a whole new life
full of fortune and fame
but in the 100th year
I'll be right back here
with the dreaming moon...


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