Текст песни: The Lazy Matador + перевод

This is not the birds twittering

But the tape bending around

The heads from a warble to a hiss

How many times have you listened to this song today?

«two baby aspirin, two sips of gin

And the time it takes

To rewind 'Something On Your Mind'

On the reel to reel to reel

And I’ll be there.»

…to find you splayed out, unlaced again

Oh, my lazy matador, without a stitch

But for a part in your hair

You smell of smoke and spearmint

Like changing rooms

Unbridled afternoons

And horseplay and towel-whips

And bathing suits rolled down off sunless hips

The dizzy, patterned floor under bare feet

I’m barely-there but heavy

Heavy, shallow hiccuped breaths

The Pianese are budded out and bound to bloom

The lazy plumes of smoke

The twittering of the birds

The smell of spearmint and

Your convincing but unconvincing argument

«Tell him that it’s only a pinprick

Tell him that it barely broke the skin

Tell him that you’re home but still tender

In the retelling, let it be rendered

Just a pinprick, just a puncture, just a scratch.»

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