Текст песни «81 Poop Hatch» от Captain Beefheart (The)

Представляем точный текст композиции "81 Poop Hatch" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Captain Beefheart (The) . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «81 Poop Hatch» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Captain Beefheart (The) передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.

Captain Beefheart (The) - "81 Poop Hatch"

Lyrics to 81 Poop Hatch :

My eyes are burnt and bleeding and all that looks like a monkey on a silver bar '

big poop hatch with a cotton hatch ' hatch holes that the light shows in and the light shows out '

and the little red fence '

and the wire and the wood '

and the barbs and the berries '

and the tires and the bottles and the caruponrims '

and the heat swims on its fenders and the dust collects and the rust of autumn surrenders into gold '

trumpet poop on the ground with peanuts its bell was blocking an ant's vision '

and the mice played in its air holes and valves '

a ladybug crawled off its mouthpiece standing out red and blacked its wings and blew off to a flower '

its hum heard just above the ground '

black dots were hung in what turned out to be an olive tree that originally held a tree house full of a building with one small window '

birds and broken glass and tiny bits of newspaper '

"My sun is free from the window," said the god the green dabbers '

rice wires mouse tins and milk muffins '

cereal and stone '

matches and masks and mace and clubs '

and splintered shaft light intrigues a cricket on a dust jeweled penlet '

cobwebs collect down plaster run into a hole and find collected glass that drinks the reflection of midday afternoon midway between telegraph lines '

a silver wing ' a cloud ' a rumbling of a cloud '

a crowd of various violins strum from next door through my wall into my ear obviously artificial '

neighbors laugh through sandwiches '

Harlem babies ' their stomachs explode into roars '

their eyes shiny with starvation '

spreckled hula dance on my phonograph '

my door rattles windy '

sand wears my rug shoe and taps on the unheard finish of an hourglass I cannot hear '

a typical musician's nest of thoughts filter through dust speakers '

"Why don't you go home' Oh Blobby, are you great," exclaims two lips in some jumbled rock 'n' roll tune and wears a spot I cannot scratch '

the surface of a friend '

this high book a friend laid on me '

on the couch relaxing in the corner behind a still life pond with plenty of bugs and lily pads slurred in mud banks and boulders tin cans and raisins warped by thought '

strain on the spoon like a wheat check ' check Bif ' cotton popping out of his sleeve '

poop hatch open ' big poop hatch with a cotton hatch ' hatch holes ' got to pick up the horns '

but the head won't move until it walks
[ 81 Poop Hatch Lyrics  ]

Содержание трека помогает не только запомнить любимые строки, но и ощутить связь с Captain Beefheart (The). Возможно, вы заметите, как лирика «81 Poop Hatch» перекликается с вашим опытом, или найдёте ответы на давние вопросы. Эта страница создана для ценителей музыки: здесь вы сохраните текст для личного использования, поделитесь им с друзьями или используете в творчестве. Погружайтесь в мир слов композиции «81 Poop Hatch» — каждая строчка здесь обретает новый смысл.