Polly wants a cracker I think I should get off her first I think she wants some water To put out the blow torch
It isn′t me We have some seed Let me clip Your dirty wings Let me take a ride Don′t cut yourself I want some help To please myself I′ve got some rope You have been told I promise you I have been true Let me take a ride Don′t cut yourself I want some help To please myself
Polly wants a cracker Maybe she would like some food She asks me to untie her A chase would be nice for a few
It isn′t me We have some seed Let me clip Your dirty wings Let me take a ride Don′t cut yourself I want some help To please myself I′ve got some rope You have been told I promise you I have been true Let me take a ride Don′t cut yourself I want some help To please myself
Polly said
Polly says her back hurts And she′s just as bored as me She caught me off my guard It amazes me, the will of instinct
It isn′t me We have some seed Let me clip Your dirty wings Let me take a ride Don′t cut yourself I want some help To please myself I′ve got some rope You have been told I promise you I have been true Let me take a ride Don′t cut yourself I want some help To please myself
through you I see I) Between a broken nose and a fake smile Between piety and gunpowder Between fighting and fleeing the scene Between murder and diplomacy Between aggression and ????? Between brutal and realistically well behaved Between screaming and pulling in the reins Between tiptoeing and ambleing
What am I to do with all this fire (I′d like to hit you but I′d never hit you) Would you stay with me in this red space (I′d like to slap you but I′d never slap you)
Chorus Between violence and silently seething Between my fist and my pollyanna flower Between fuck you to your face and it′s alright Between war and denial
Between flying vases and secretly weeping Between loose cannons and ever downplaying Between bruises and rudely differing Between bursting and boiling
What am I to do with all this burning (I′d like to hurt you but I′d never hurt you) Do I overwhelm you in this place (I′d like to kill you but I′d never kill you)
What am I to do with all this fire Can you understand me in this place?
Ночь, витрины, шум машины, стрелки встали… Бензобаки голодают, как собаки… Ты закроешь оба глаза, но не вырубишься сразу, И, подобно метроному, твоё сердце с пол лимона – Снова в моно, Снова в моно… Я в конверте - ты не часто смотришь почту, Над балконом пролетают звезды-самолеты, Раздирая неба почву в клочья этой истощённой ночью… Ты закроешь оба глаза, но не вырубишься сразу, И, подобно метроному, твоё сердце с пол лимона – Снова в моно, Снова в моно…