Текст песни: Journal Burning Party + перевод

Well the party’s no fun if you’re not drinking

And the bar is no fun if you’re flyin' straight

Sittin' in the corner with a pen and paper

Like a journalist with a deadline date

Got an old suitcase full of journals

And i used to try to use them as a reference point

Now i kinda realize that i run in circles

Run in circles with a black ballpoint

Well, i’ve got an idea, if you wanna try it

Meet me in the yard by the barbeque pit

We can take everything that we’ve ever written

Make a great big pile and take a match to it

We’ll have a journal-burning party

We’ll get a clean slate, honey

At the journal-burning party

See, we’ll write it down and then we’ll burn it up

We’re going page for page

Up into flames

March 28, 1993

Those words mean nothing to me

November 5th, 1994

I don’t wanna read it no more

You see, i tried to reflect

It just made me depressed

So let’s have a journal burning party

We’ll get a clean slate, honey

Come on

I always wanted to write a song

And say «come on»

So come on

Come on

All right

Come on

Come on

Come on

Come on

Come on

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