Emily Haines - Doctor Blind

Tekst :

The lack of light, hollow sea,
Poison beaches, limousines
Toothless dentists, cops that kill

My baby s got the lonesome lows
Don t just go away overnight
Dr. Blind just prescribe the blue ones
If the dizzying highs don t subside overnight
Dr. Blind just prescribe the red one

Da, da, da, da, da...

Hard to hold, cold to touch
Fall to pieces, treat the rush in hindsight
Prime-time s gone
All your pain will end here
Let the doctor soothe your brain, dear

My baby s got the lonesome lows
Don t quite go away overnight
Dr. Blind just prescribe the blue ones
If the dizzying highs don t subside overnight
Dr. Blind just prescribe the red one

Da, da, da, da, da...

Inne utwory

  • Our hell
  • Bore
  • Dog
  • Eden
  • The view
  • Reading in bed
  • Mostly waving
  • Crowd surf off a cliff
  • Carpet
  • The maid needs a maid
  • Winning
  • The last page
  • Pretty head
  • Losowe utwory

    Wolfshade

    She brought the Night hidden in her sad Wolf eyes
    The perfume of a twilight, her strongest scent
    Half Wolf, Half female - what a strange wedding
    Mother Nature has offered us to see...

    Her mask lays lost in a fatal dawn
    Closed were...

    Secret world

    I stood in this sunsheltered place
    Til I could see the face behind the face
    All that had gone before had left no trace

    Down by the railway siding
    In our secret world, we were colliding
    All the places we were hiding love...

    Cry

    (deutsche )

    Du bist wie du bist, und du tust was du tust und du tust es immer wieder.
    Das macht es schwierig, dich zu lieben.
    Und wenn ich versuche, es zu beenden,
    dann wechselst du von zart auf hart, einmal mehr.
    Dann fällt mein...

    Trasa

    Gdy się rodzi w moim sercu Rhythm and Blues
    Ruszam w trasę by zarobić parę stów
    Długa podróż,koncert potem krótki sen
    Od nadmiaru piwa często boli łeb
    Hej,hej,hej od nadmiaru piwa często boli łeb

    Ludzie często mnie pytają jak to jest
    Inni kasę...

    Than the serpents in my arms

    Dorme, dorme meu menino
    dorme no mar dos sargaços
    que mais vale o mar a pino
    que as serpentes nos meus braços”
    -Mário Cesáriny

    And when all life as you know it
    -fails
    all ghostlike lips taste just the
    -same