Представляем точный текст композиции "Neighbours" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста TISM . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Neighbours» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую TISM передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
TISM - "Neighbours"
Lyrics to Neighbours : I Cancer' Cancer'! I dream of cancer - Cancer can eat my bones: O, lucky I would consider myself To be racked by cancerous moans. A fate more evil, a life more lost The Devil for me foresaw: Imagine the day I woke to find The Milats had moved next door! II Was I a man of the bourgeoisie' Ha! Of course I was more than that! I was a latte drinking, clever thinking Documentary making pratt. I ran my own film company, I was an artist, I was sure. Then I heard my neighbour say: "Im Alex Milat. Im in next door." III My films explored the evil side Of Mankinds unknowable self; My kids all went to private schools, My wife, she bloomed with health; The critics applauded my visual style And my dissection to the core Of the Freudian, Jungian evil id. Then the Milats moved next door. IV Ivan, of course, was doing time But his brothers are all free men. "Theres me, theres Walter," said Alex Milat, "And Richard - in all, theres ten. Me and the wife moved in last week, And when Richards coming were unsure. You like films' Well, Ill bring over some... shots. Wink. Wink. We only live next door." V A shadow, a pall, hung over my days The first weeks after I found out. The bruchutto was off, the antipasto stale At the cafes where wed all hang out. "Its good for your art," said my cameraman, "Theyre just the sort your films explore." "Fuck my films," I told Toby, "you pretentious git - My fucking films dont knock on my door." VI My wife was a painter, sculptor too - Her studio was set up at home. "I cant stay here," shed scream at me, "Its impossible to work alone." Her exhibition was coming up soon - A review in the Age for sure. "Just stay calm," Id scream - so loudly, too, I bet you they couldve heard next door. VII A couple of months after they came I got a call from my childrens school: "Your daughters been caught smoking pot, And your sons started playing the fool. The counsellors asked them both to say If their home is quite safe and secure." By his tone I knew straight away He lay the blame right at my door. VIII My next film was a critical flop For the first time in my career. "He seems to have lost his ability To show evil up close and near." I read that review, and gave a laugh - Critics always think they know more. Fucking critics should try living up close To the people who live next door. IX Toby left me the very next month To shoot a Gillian Armstrong flick. "You know," he told me when he left, "I always thought you a soft cock prick." Funding dried up; grants turned down; My wife couldnt take any more: "Im leaving," she said, "Im getting out. I cant live here with them next door." X But the way she said it, how she left, I knew the Milats were her excuse: She married a successful film artist, Not a failure. The final proof Came when I heard three months later Shed moved in with some director bore Whose film was at Cannes. She was gone - But I couldnt blame the people next door. XI My children went to some alternative school Where all the hippy children go; After that, we sort of lost contact - I last heard from them two years ago. I got a job in advertising Shooting commercials - on video, whats more. No super 8, only mainstream crap Designed for the people who live next door. XII And yesterday came my greatest shock - Oh, Truth comes bound in Pain: I went to next doors intercom And asked for Alex Milat by name. "Who'" said a voice, incredulous. "Why, theyre not living here no more. They moved out nearly two years ago. Hey, arent you the weirdo who lives next door'" XIII No matter how easy or sweet life is, Be sure - your life will change; There is a shadow hangs over us That leaves none of us the same. There is another person waiting to come Buried in your deepest core: Youll be found out. Who you really are Lives behind your very own door. [ Neighbours Lyrics ]
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