Testo 1957 - Buck 65
Testo della canzone 1957 (Buck 65), tratta dall'album Situation
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed
Devoid of conviction, conflicted, annoyed
Kicked out and worn down, six to six-six peak
Looking for the next quick fix
Unpopular prophets with problems
Up against angels in disguise who wanna rob them
Didn't want to end up crushed by God's embrace
In the age of the cold wind blowing and doves in space
Faces are fading, they're the loneliest drunk
Empty rooms haunted by felonious monk
Felonious punks in plate glass squares
That see empty eyes that look straight past theirs
Street walking cheetahs with a gun in each hand
Who are lost at sea and are desperate to reach land
Orpheus descending, swimming in the crooked waters
Hello Sid Vicious, goodbye Brooklyn Dodgers
No joke, hit the low note
We all go to heaven in a little rowboat like
No joke, hit the low note
We all go to heaven in a little rowboat like
No joke, hit the low note
We all go to heaven in a little rowboat like
No joke, hit the low note
We all go to heaven in a little rowboat like
Fifty-seven
Fifty-seven
Fifty-seven
Fifty-seven
1957 Chevy Bel Air interior, velvet specially
Bloody Brawley, stereo, Buddy Holly, Elvis Presley
Black Flame Trilogy, quadruple outer base
Battle sites, Little Rock, satellites in outer space
Words won't help but a few bucks can
Crew cuts and black leather, Ku Klux Klan
Men wear hats and fat harems are shared
Opiates addicted to and parents scared
The underground is real, deliver greens to river queens
Perpetual motion of free thinkers and libertines
Suffer alone all night with pains
Hooked on drums in a fight with chains
It's Faulkner and Baldwin and salt and cursed reality
Spy versus spy and the cult of personality
What can the numbers and the words in my head mean?
Kilroy was here and so was Buster Crabbe and Ed Gein
No joke, hit the low note
We all go to heaven in a little rowboat like
No joke, hit the low note
We all go to heaven in a little rowboat like
No joke, hit the low note
We all go to heaven in a little rowboat like
No joke, hit the low note
We all go to heaven in a little rowboat like
Fifty-seven
Fifty-seven
Fifty-seven
Fifty-seven
1957
The pen keeps moving in attempt to sink the jingoes
Fight 'em with hula hoops, frisbees and pink flamingos
Up running all night, late sleep ordered
Have gun, will travel, great leap forward
Man on a corner with dark glasses preying, preaching
Appetite is monstrous, diet is Dionysian
All over the world, so much peril in one show
Playwright Arthur Miller marries Marilyn Monroe
Hard rain falling, babies sleeping in God's palms
Alarm clocks ringing, warrior monks and bomb squads
Invasion of the Body Snatchers, clairvoyants and mediums
Believers in nothing, speed freaks and bohemians
Red is the new black, identity files
Rebels and grand dragons, obscenity trials
Lolita and Bobby Fischer, country no part is red
Just black and white, Humphrey Bogart is dead
No joke, hit the low note
We all go to heaven in a little rowboat like
No joke, hit the low note
We all go to heaven in a little rowboat like
No joke, hit the low note
We all go to heaven in a little rowboat like
No joke, hit the low note
We all go to heaven in a little rowboat like
Fifty-seven
Credits
Writer(s): Paul Murphy, Richard Terfry
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