Mendoza Line: Sasha Goes Too Far / It Could Be The Nights скачать в хорошем качестве

Mendoza Line: Sasha Goes Too Far / It Could Be The Nights

One of my all-time favorites. I do not own this material. Song is by Timothy Bracy and Peter Hoffman. The Mendoza Line: We're All In This Alone (2000) (Bar/None) Lyrics: Though you've only one job and it's Not To Annoy Me Your Prussian facade seems too sure to destroy me Fourteen course mess in your holiday dress You wore two hundred days of the year And you were a drag at the holiday lounge But there's nobody here's gonna cast the first stone No peace of mind on tonight's carpool ride You were sad in the cab home alone You've got your black light on And no one needs to tell you how You fell in with the longhairs, the drinkers and pillheads The nitwits and scorers, the unwashed and unfed You met from your lawyers and how I wished to resent them I just couldn't feel a consequential thing At a minimum you're guarded at a weird Russian party Where they blackmail the artists and hoard the Bacardi And the mind plays tricks, but what's the use It's all pretext to your abuse And now the troubleshooters, bankers and matador coasters People that you'd never want to be Have got you drunk to distraction on the corporate dime Caught you revolving in doors like it's a capital crime They held you up to the light, tied to the x ray machine They will take hold of your life and cut you off at the knees And now the shame of this sorry situation Is no one could have told you any different You wouldn't want to hear it anyway The back of the van was a long time ago How could you have fallen so far, so slow Oh, it could be the nights taking years off your life Til you're shrunken in stature and swollen in size Til you're swathed in sensation and swaddled in rags Til you're slave to temptation and too numb to ask Now your brazen eyes will raise up Indicate that I've misspoken You don't realize that you're breaking me I don't mind being broken I have almost given myself to you But there's one last thing that I must do Now the king's putdown has left you in a delicate position So the red lights in the radio might not know what they're missing And it's thoroughly unstoppable the way that you present it I'm so sorry that you feel this way, I never ever meant it You've almost given yourself to me But there's one last thing that I must see We're all alone And this sounds like love