At T — текст песни (Pavement)

Maybe somones gonna save me

My heart is made of gravy

And the laps I swim from lunatics dont count

Open up your stocking

Pull out all the things you never wanted

til room service calls

Room service calls



Open up your hands and let me see the things you keep in there

I want to split up fifty-fifty

Thats the way we do it in this rogues town

Ive got all the glory in the world

And I hope it doesnt floor you before you go

Room service calls

In the random falls -- go!



Whenever (x6) eve eve ever I feel fine

Im gonna walk away

From all this, all that.

The groovy groovy kitty and little little pity

With your slipshed (? ) watch in back

And skinny skinny people dont like that

When you call on them

Spell me.



Spritzer on ice in new york city

Isnt it a pity?

You never had anything to mix with that

Listen to the tender behind the open chest in the hall

Room service calls

Im blue n green, green and blue-oooo



Whenever (x4) ne ne ne ne never ho

I feel fi-i-ine, Ill walk the plank for you

Ill walk the plank

I wore your ? plank? for you in the d-d-d-d-dark

Of the captain (seder row? )

Jacob, jacob javitz, Id like to thank you for everything

Primarily your glass house



Im workin the ballin stores n

Im cashmir wrap sellin

Come along lads, join hands, 1. 2. 3. go! (guess, levis, guess, levis)

Whaaaahahaahahooohoaoohoo

The story it goes and a

Distorted ghost

Distorted ghost