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Мова пісні: Англійська
Got No Mind |
| Tonight the city is full of… radios |
| And all the distortion pedals are melted |
| There’s sonic youth posters nailed up onto the… ceiling |
| And the roof is falling down on my brain |
| That’s why |
| I got no mind |
| I got no mind |
| Got no mind |
| Somebody burned down the picnic |
| And somebody kissed their own ass by mistake |
| And the cliches are gettin eaten up |
| By the termites with the malt liquor |
| And the guitar tuners and the pussy galore song |
| That’s why |
| I play all night |
| I got no mind |
| Feel so fine |
| And the big radio sound is pumping up and down |
| Jumpin thru the hoops |
| Making every motion seem like forever |
| There’s air conditioning and brand new nails |
| And phone calls from people in chicago |
| …why |
| Pay no mind |
| Got no mind |
| Stay outside |
| So turn up the levels |
| And talk to your devils |
| And bust out your tennis shoes and your mayonnaise |
| It’s all the situations and all the celebrations |
| And all the contaminations that make you |
| Breed off the carpet |
| That’s why |
| I pay no mind |
| (cough) got no mind |
| Might need a cough drop |
| Well there’s verses and sounds |
| Falling like pounds and pounds of |
| Sand weights from the heavens |
| And she dangles like a bottle |
| Talkin thru the steering wheels |
| And broken pantyhose |
| That’s why |
| I pay no mind |
| Sleep in slime |
| Put out cds |
| The amplifiers are amplifying |
| The things that you never knew |
| Could ever be the same as you |
| There’s wires and plugs |
| And slugs slithering out into the paint thinner |
| That’s why |
| I pay no mind |
| I pay no mind |
| Got no mind |
| Your swivel chairs and sunglasses |
| And your fully-blown out scenes of ecstasy |
| Turn up the volume and the treble |
| And call them all the nasty things that you can |
| Stick into your paper |
| With your pen |
| Shove your pen up into the air |
| Write everything and |
| Like you just don’t care |
| But it feels good |
| When you pull off the scenery |
| And there’s puppets and dollar bills |
| And there’s weight-loss pills |
| And there’s cherries and there’s potato chips |
| And the time is runnin low |
| And there’s nowhere else to go |
| So let’s go down |
| 666 up into |
| I’m raising all my lows |
| And I’m lowering all my disappointments |