@@blueblu2711 Ребята британцы, продюсер мигрант из Запорожья. Покупал мерч у них, со мной связался он, что бы уточнить всякие моменты, его напрягло то, что я заказал на отделение, а не адрес. Я объяснил, что заказываю через посредника, ибо с Украины. И тут мне отвечают на русском :) Ну и там разговорились.
A SPINE Something's going down inside My head Broken promise Put to bed in your garage I see a spine - a world in my eyes Something's going down inside My head Stuffing softness But is it peace Or am I dead While still alive? I see a spine - a world in my eyes Father meet me now at the bay Floating Back pain, dick pills, paranoia Younger women Money made I slip and run into the shoreline Here in this sand I hide my face No matter I believe no matter how hard you try You will end up Here GOOD TIME Rain not leaving town, a throbbing heart goodbye In a world of tears - smiles for everyone Fading through the door it's fading in my mind The smell of fun We are left behind Running naked drinking wine All the things I never see With all the luck I have aligned Four days in a year a good time A field in bloom An open tomb Drink my eye So I can not see What's in the womb Of you and me 'Round the bend My hairs stand But I'm knee deep In pits of spit! Running naked drinking wine All the things I never see With all the luck I have aligned Four days in a year a good time! Ugh The month of May - spent in the hay June, July I, I lie stains No rest addressed the cavern chest! Fingers deep in what I, I reap, hey! Ugh Another Evil Ugh To come and break your spine Ugh Another Evil Ugh Hanging off the vine Rotten fruit from hollow life tree I don't want shit - I just want good times for me! For me For me For me For me For me For me For me For me For me For me For me For me For me For me For me EVIDENCE I switch off the light Now I'm alone - not quite alone There is still this idea Waiting for me It has curled, in a ball like this Run to my grotto with me They've got evidence on me I sit on the couch Without my clothes But there is still this idea Waiting for me It has curled, in a ball like this Run to my grotto with me They've got evidence on me HURTWOOD I heard a funny scream that night It's calling me to come inside To come inside to hear the scream To figure out just what it means Come... To the woods...