Представляем точный текст композиции "Milk Thistle" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Conor Oberst . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Milk Thistle» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Conor Oberst передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Conor Oberst - "Milk Thistle"
Lyrics to Milk Thistle : Milk Thistle, Milk Thistle Let me down slow Help me go slow; Ive been carrying on. Im not scared of nothing Ill go pound for pound I keep death on my mind like a heavy crown. If I go to Heaven, Ill be bored as hell. Like the little baby at the bottom of the well. Fairchild, Fairchild How are you man' Did you fix that storefront' Did you start that band' Dont be scared of nothing. You go pound for pound, You bring peace to midnight Like a spotted owl Ill be rooting for you, like my favorite team. If somebody sweats you, You just point them out to me. All the sights and sounds This little worlds too crowded now And theres only one way out An elevator ride Through the tunnel towards the light And Im nowhere bound. Keep going up and down; up and down. Newspaper, Newspaper Cant take no more. Youre here every morning Waiting at my door Im just trying to kiss you And you stab my eyes Make me blue forever Like and island sky And Im not pretending That Its all okay Just let me have my coffee Before you take away the day. Lazarus, Lazarus Why all the tears' Did your faithful chauffeur just disappear' What a lonesome feeling To be waiting around. Like some washed up actress In a tinsel town But for the record, Id come to pick you up Well head for the ocean Just say when youve had enough. All the light and sound This little worlds too fragile now And theres only one way out But if you let me slide Ill do my best to make things right And Im nowhere bound Just going up and down; up and down. Milk Thistle, Milk Thistle Let me down slow. Just help me go slow. Ive been hurrying on I was poised for greatness I was down and out I keep death at my heels Like a basset hound If I go to Heaven, Ill be bored as Hell. Like a crying baby At the bottom of a well. (Thanks to Nicole for these lyrics) [ Milk Thistle Lyrics ]
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