Тексты песен A.C. Newman

"That's luck," she led "We should be dead" We eyed the wreck "Good God," we said She plants one kiss for the road on my chest Sirens came after we left Christine, come cr

Like a hitman, oh, like a dancer On the soul, on the soul Like the old champion about to go under Oh my soul, oh my soul You'd like a change, man Without a change, man You could've changed sides But y

On the table The deal that kept the courts at arm's length Stealing our thoughts with the force of their non sequiturs Amateurs On the table The view behind the legs of dancers Windows of chance there

I was a silent partner I found Myself with the rabble that stood on a mound Hipshot thinking but not out loud There are too many prophets here On the upper side of the sound of the dark I took it in s

One day you blew across the water after racing through the countdown, Spewing ancient wisdom like your friend the revelation had come, And they were looking for me. I took the red-eye back to glory bu

O come sweet life, wash clean my hands. The revolution has been left to chance. This dawns on me every morning at about three. Battle for straight time Battle for straight time Battle for straight tim

Up through the crystal, nineteen and counting, And miles away, a voice from the mountain. Back from the program, our own girl Jesus, So proud to say we love her to pieces. We do. So tell us the story

There are maybe ten or twelve Things I could teach you After that, well, I think you're on your own That wasn't the opening line It was the tenth or the twelfth Make of that what you will Make of that

We used to throw thunderbolts They rained down on passing cars We played it too green the stars To play it with any art You don't need those glasses but You just look so good in them We used to throw