[bad word]  [bad word] thespaces
блог о музыке (indie, DIY, underground, etc.)

You wanted an effigy of me so [bad word] it bleeded 
 Each hair a filament of glass formed while heated 
 Assumed you'd see bright blooms and [bad word] trees 
 With the root things weeded 
 What your new scene needed 
 So that's what we did 
 What was unclean was played and sung 
 Then framed and hung till lame and numb 
 And then repeated 
 Cause that's when the fame [bad word] 
 And the game is won 
 And your name [bad word] in every ear like a secret 

 I gotta keep my distance to withstand the silence of you missing 
 When you're not there to listen to listen to this nonsense 
 Keep my distance to withstand the silence of you missing 
 When you're not there 

 Now I'm pushing past 30 
 If I bow out as the years close in 
 Abandon my sound man and band and them 
 I'll give no blushing curtsey 
 To the proud shouts of close kin 
 I ground it into ground and then some, friends 
 Just drop a dusty curtain on the loud crowd when the show ends 
 And end the whole thing where no men found me 
 I'm so [bad word] thirsty 
 In a cold cloud only of my own 
 And lonely worsens, surrounds me 

 I gotta keep my distance to withstand the silence of you missing 
 When you're not there to listen to listen to this nonsense 
 Keep my distance to withstand the silence of you missing 
 When you're not there 

 Men and women might yet quote his modicum of the [bad word] 
 But never will they get right close to Jonathan Avram Wolf 

 Cause I gotta keep my distance to withstand the silence of you missing 
 When you're not there to listen to listen to this nonsense 
 Keep my distance to withstand the silence of you missing 
 When you're not there