Testo Emotional Tourism - Dead Man Ray
Testo della canzone Emotional Tourism (Dead Man Ray), tratta dall'album Marginal EP
I'm calling for two separate houses
In the same street
Number 83 and number 87
One with yellow bricks
And renovated plastic frames
With a mailbox, boom
And a sign "For Sale"
Still free
Last week there was a sort of
Sort of a bad atmosphere
Five cops in two separate cars
Three cops for him
And two cops to cool her down
And one neighbor for the dog
And the little kid to assist
Grandmother in wheelchair
Now the cable distribution man don't mind
And the worker on the roof pours a fresh cup of coffee
It's emotional tourism
It's emotional tourism
We gaze from the first floor
The outlooks, their separate houses
Today I think he won't wash his car
Now check out his face reflex equipment
I wonder what he did to her
Or didn't do to her
Two men on bicycles stopped
And they scattered theories
About a plane killed and vague gratitude
Today they put up a sign "For Sale"
Mrs. Do You Know If There's A Garden
And how many bedrooms
No, I don't mind
Yes, I can wait
You don't know more than I do
It's emotional tourism
Emotional tourism
Emotional tourism
Emotional tourism
What do you want from me?
What do you want from me?
What do you want from me?
I told you I never wish to see you again
Credits
Writer(s): Rudy Carlo S. Trouve, Wouter Van Belle, Elko Blijweert, Daniel Maria Stuyven, Herman Maria Johannes Houbrechts
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