Bay Of Pigs (исполнитель: Destroyer)
Soon. Soon. Listen, I've been drinking as our house lies [bad word] I don't know what I'm doing alone in the dark at the park or at the pier, watching ships disappear in the rain. The world's just bones. The world is black stones dressed up in the rain with no place to go but home- just like Nance. On a night like this, why, she's pro-stars, pro-sky. All lit up and sick of fighting beneath the diseased lighting of the discotheque at night. It don't mean a thing. It never means a thing. It don't mean a thing. It never means a thing. It's got that swing. I've seen it all. I've seen it all. Magnolia's a girl. Her heart's made of wood. As apocalypses go, that's pretty good. Sha-la-la, wouldn't you say? Please remove your [bad word] to think of it, remove your antlers. Haven't seen you for ages. I still fly into rages at the mention of your name, Christine White. I think about you often, off in the desert, laughing your head off in the Forest of the Night. Say a prayer for the light. So now I live well. I live in the mine. I'm still slinging mud at the towers all the time. I took a walk and threw up in an English Garden. I was born in the North, but my father's from the South. Love is a political beast with jaws for a mouth. I don't care! You're upset- and have every right to be. Regretfully, you decline. Every night was a waste of time. Every night. Every night. Every night. You were on the side of good. I was inside of the sea's guts, a [bad word] beauty trapped in a river of ice. [bad word] beauty trapped in Paradise, oh yes, it was Paradise! The [bad word] in and the tide goes out again. I suppose this is the kind of thing we see every day. The [bad word] in. The tide goes away. Oh, the [bad word] in. Yeah, the tide. Yes, the tide. ransom note written on the night sky above reminds me what-in-particular about this wine I love. Like a punctured beast, better-off dead, [bad word] going to my head: La-da-da, la-da-da! And speaking of my mind (the Sunflower), and speaking of a world turning sour on you, I was twenty years old in 1992. I was bathed in golden sunlight, alright? I was ripped on dope. You were a ray of sunshine. I was a hopeless romantic. You were swine. You've got to spend money to make money. You've got to stop calling me "honey". Oh world! You [bad word] explosion that turns us around! The searchlight slumps over, so sick of the night, and the kids on the boats, busted in the shipyard going down, down, down, down, down, down, down. You traveled light (all night, every night), to arrive at the conclusion of the world's inutterable secret, and you shut your mouth. I've seen it all. I've seen it all. I've seen it all. Free and easy. Gentle. Gentle. The wind through the trees makes you mental for me. Nancy, in a state of crisis, on a cloud. Soon. Soon.