Текст песни: The Smell of Evening Butter + перевод

I am «the sourest Castro of fidelity»

I am «the most interruptive of honoraries,»

Seeping through the pores of a conversation, worming

Clawing at the clutches in the words

The hopping of the birds

And every week the signs are getting clearer, nearer

For narration of my life in decimals

Burnt fervor, drowned by the ponderous-they're on to us!-boorish burden of a

blink

Blistering listful;

«Your form of language leaves us languid

Jaws filled with invisible pillows

Gape for us. Gape for us!»

Interim of our breathing, replaced with rest

«You mouth you’re wordy, but words from your gritted teeth never speak as loud

as you’d like them too, isn’t that right darling?

Talk for me, I’m all ears and earnestly amused.»

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