Представляем точный текст композиции "Grace Hospital" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Jane Siberry . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Grace Hospital» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Jane Siberry передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Jane Siberry - "Grace Hospital"
Lyrics to Grace Hospital : Im walkin down the corridor of the seventh floor of the Grace Hospital. Im gonna make it to the end. Im gonna smoke a cigarette. The cigarette is my only friend. I can hear my slippers a-slappin. I can feel my gown a-flappin. Ive got my whole being set into making it to the end of the seventh floor corridor of the Grace Hospital. These are my people. Hello Joe, how ya doin' Dont I take good care of you, Joe' Mrs. Bergman, how you doin' What' No, I dont have your mail! Im not the friggin mailman. Im going to make it to the end. And when I make it to the end I will smoke my cigarette. They make it very hard to smoke here but Ive got it all figured out: they make it hard and that builds up your strength and then they want you to check out. Theres a man in traffic below. Hes all revved up with nowhere to go. Hes a-cursin and a-swearin and watchin the rain drops roll, roll down his windshield. Hes stuck in rush hour traffic and hes sayin, "Oh I shoulda bought that farm in the country. I woulda been home by now. I woulda been milkin cows and sloppin pigs and sayin benign things to my benign wife instead of sittin here lookin up the tail-pipe of someone I do not even know and probably wouldnt like. And lookin up at the face at the end of the seventh floor of the Grace Hospital." Im walking down the corridor of the seventh floor of the Grace Hospital. Everythings green here, like a green nightmare. They come every Thursday morning. They spend an hour in the boardroom making decisions like this, they say: "Oh yes. Green like the grass! Like the trees! Thatll make everyone brighten up and feel so happy, make em feel so pleased!" Well, Im so pleased that when I get out of here Im gonna write fuckin greeting cards tellin everyone how sweet it is here. Green. It just reminds everybody of their own shit and their own puke and oh, the blonde she pats her hair and she tastes aluminum chlorohydrate on her fingertips and oh ... "Daniel!" Yes' "Would you come into the office please!" Im walkin down the corridor of the Grace Hospital. Im gonna look out at the rain, at the sweet, sweet rain ... Theres a man in traffic below... ...instead Im sitting here in rush hour traffic lookin up the tail pipe of someone I do not know and probably would not even like and watchin this face at the end of the seventh floor corridor of the Grace Hospital lookin out at the goddamn rain. Im walkin down the corridor. Im startin to get withdrawal but Im gonna make it to the end. I can feel my gown a-flappin and I can hear my slippers a-slappin. Hello Mrs. Bergman. No, I dont have the goddamn mail! And if you dont keep your dog tied up, Im gonna have the dog catcher come. I dont care if youre ninety years old and hes sixteen and youve been together all this time. Hes gonna take him away. Dont ask me for the mail. "Daniel, will you come into the office!" Im walking down the corridor of the Grace Hospital. Me and my bride. Theres gonna be a wedding today. Im feeling so happy inside. Oh me and my rolling bride. Here we go hand in hand, needle in arm, she is my only friend. When I get to the end I will look out at the traffic below and I will smile sort of sweetly and tilt my head and everyone will look up and think that Im lookin out at the rain as if its the sweetest thing Ive ever seen. The Grace Hospital is a terminal hospital and everybody knows that and... and maybe thats why the foods so bad and... and can I see your fucking boarding passes please... oh! Last night someone came into my room and they took my bag of sugar water and they must have changed it for some strange potion cuz now I feel like Im floatin on some strange ocean... Theres a man in traffic... ...instead Im sittin here in traffic lookin up at this white balloon at the end of a liquid string at the end of the seventh floor of the Grace Hospital. Lookin out at the goddamn rain like its the sweetest thing that hes ever seen. O Im gonna save myself... Im running down the corridor of the seventh floor of the Grace Hospital. Me and my family, come on everybody! Were heading down the runway. Were gonna kick this thing. Come on Mrs. Bergman. Therell be so much mail! Im taking off of the runway. Im moving out into the rain. Out into the rain. Out into the sweet goddamn sweet goddamn rain. [ Grace Hospital Lyrics ]
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