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 down slow, Ive been hurryin on, Im not scared of nothin, And 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 a little baby, At the bottom of a well. Fair child, fair child, How are you man' Did you fix that storefront' Did you start that band' Dont be scared of nothin, You go pound for pound, Youll bring peace to midnight, Like a spotted owl. Ill be rootin for you, Like my favorite team, If somebody sweats you, You just point em 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 I know where bound, Keep going up and down, Up and down. Newspaper, newspaper Cant take no more, Youre here every morning, Waitin at my door. And Im just tryin to kiss you, And you stab my eyes, Make me blue forever, Like an Allen 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 chauffer just disappear' What a lonesome feeling, To be just waitin round, Like some washed up actress, In a Tinseltown. But for the record, Id come pick you up, Well head for the ocean, Just say when youve had enogh. All the light and sound, This little worlds too fragile now, And theres only one way out. If you let me slide, Ill do my best to make things right, And I know where bound, Keep going up and down, Up and down. Milk thistle, milk thistle, Let me down slow, Just help me down slow, Ive been carrying 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. [ Milk Thistle Lyrics ]
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