Представляем точный текст композиции "Morticiachair" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Deus . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Morticiachair» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Deus передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Deus - "Morticiachair"
Lyrics to Morticiachair : Now, lets talk about the time I had this morticiachair in my apartment right there in front of the living room As an open invitation to strangers. (a cold machine might show) Smiling like a face waiting for a telephone call of a beloved feline She is in a state and its California shes been there for quite a while Ive got no presents (x2) Now, lets talk about the time I had this morticiachair in my apartment right there in front of the living room As an open invitation to strangers. (a cold machine might show) Smiling like a face waiting for a telephone call of a beloved feline She is in a state and its California shes been there for quite a while Ive got no presents (x2) Drop the phone take the plane and come back home again (x5) She knows where she rolls when she goes for the doorknob (x2) By the time of my second car crash I got totally wired Like in the days I cut myself up with a razor-blade oh nostalgia Lost myself in so many ways I didnt know what to think of him Ah, maybe I think too much, I dont think so Fell madly in love with a couple of beautiful ears Its only a variation Had long and boring conversations about nothing Talked so much I bored myself to death And the more I talked, the more I turned into a vegetable God Im such a fool She knows where she rolls when she goes for the doorknob (x4) Ill behave wont you shame me Im into deep, wont you shame me (x2) Taste of orange orange Little Christ Im in her bath-tub, consulted Consulted (x3) She knows where she rolls when she goes for the doorknob (x4) Ill behave wont you shame me Im into deep, wont you shame me (x4) Information ! Information ! Im bored ! Bored ! Information ! Turn ! Drop the phone take the plane and come back home again (x5) She knows where she rolls when she goes for the doorknob (x2) By the time of my second car crash I got totally wired Like in the days I cut myself up with a razor-blade oh nostalgia Lost myself in so many ways I didnt know what to think of him Ah, maybe I think too much, I dont think so Fell madly in love with a couple of beautiful ears Its only a variation Had long and boring conversations about nothing Talked so much I bored myself to death And the more I talked, the more I turned into a vegetable God Im such a fool She knows where she rolls when she goes for the doorknob (x4) Ill behave wont you shame me Im into deep, wont you shame me (x2) Taste of orange orange Little Christ Im in her bath-tub, consulted Consulted (x3) She knows where she rolls when she goes for the doorknob (x4) Ill behave wont you shame me Im into deep, wont you shame me (x4) Information ! Information ! Im bored ! Bored ! Information ! Turn ! [ Morticiachair Lyrics ]
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