Текст (слова) песни: John Cale - The Jeweller

Very slowly he sipped his tea, not shifting his glance from the thick double spaced printing he read with his jewellers eye

Engrossed in his corner, he passed onto the other inhabitants of the room a scrawled insularity of time and space

For both passed him by with the speed of light, not unlike the flow of substance, however varied, into that lysergic entity known as the black hole

He was hardly ugly for his time, and conversation was certainly not lost on him

Drastic measures were called for, and as in antiquity the lonely man was blessed with wisdom to the point of desperation

But there in his corner, developing around him like a sun, was a climate of such rare beauty that sight and sound could no longer be considered sufficient food for the senses

And he had begun to notice, as his hearing failed, that mind and matter were in no way connected to one other, as if in fact the one could not propose and prove its erotic existence in terms of

Ther

"what does this word mean? " he enquired of the solemn waiter hopefully

"nothing for desert sir", came the reply, "perhaps a cocktail, demitasse or a herbal essence, it helps the breathing you know sometimes". "the bill, if you dont mind&qu

Quickly he shot back

And as the patter of the feet faded in the room, for he barely heard them now, his eye slowly began to close, and by the time he emerged on the sunny street he was forced to rely entirely on the

R eye for help, but happily it continued its many functions, blinking gently for lubrication, and registering images

It was rush hour, in hawaii only 10am

So, turning into his street, he stopped at the drug store and bought an eye patch that soon covered the reluctant eye

Climbing the stairs he pondered what to do next, he would call a doctor and have tests made, eat nourishing food and if necessary consent to surgery, the last resort of the gambling man

And at 1am he awoke from a dream and after fumbling his way in the obolescent light of his room he peered into the rusty veins of his mirror and lifted away the patch

What he saw astonished him. where once was tremulous tissue and membrane was now a follicle and perfectly formed vagina with vulva, overgrown and mysterious, unrevealing and still to the untrain

E

But in the deep dark recesses of that sticky occlusion lay the unclosing watchful eye of disgust in its closing moments, lunging forward and hungry for the cold light of days

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: John Cale - The Jeweller Very slowly he sipped his tea, not shifting his glance from the thick double spaced printing he read with his jewellers eye Engrossed in his corner, he passed onto the other inhabitants of the room a scrawled insularity of time and space For both passed him by with the speed of light, not unlike the flow of substance, however varied, into that lysergic entity known as the black hole He was hardly ugly for his time, and conversation was certainly not lost on him Drastic measures were called for, and as in antiquity the lonely man was blessed with wisdom to the point of desperation But there in his corner, developing around him like a sun, was a climate of such rare beauty that sight and sound could no longer be considered sufficient food for the senses And he had begun to notice, as his hearing failed, that mind and matter were in no way connected to one other, as if in fact the one could not propose and prove its erotic existence in terms of Ther "what does this word mean? " he enquired of the solemn waiter hopefully "nothing for desert sir", came the reply, "perhaps a cocktail, demitasse or a herbal essence, it helps the breathing you know sometimes". "the bill, if you dont mind&qu Quickly he shot back And as the patter of the feet faded in the room, for he barely heard them now, his eye slowly began to close, and by the time he emerged on the sunny street he was forced to rely entirely on the R eye for help, but happily it continued its many functions, blinking gently for lubrication, and registering images It was rush hour, in hawaii only 10am So, turning into his street, he stopped at the drug store and bought an eye patch that soon covered the reluctant eye Climbing the stairs he pondered what to do next, he would call a doctor and have tests made, eat nourishing food and if necessary consent to surgery, the last resort of the gambling man And at 1am he awoke from a dream and after fumbling his way in the obolescent light of his room he peered into the rusty veins of his mirror and lifted away the patch What he saw astonished him. where once was tremulous tissue and membrane was now a follicle and perfectly formed vagina with vulva, overgrown and mysterious, unrevealing and still to the untrain E But in the deep dark recesses of that sticky occlusion lay the unclosing watchful eye of disgust in its closing moments, lunging forward and hungry for the cold light of days Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни The Jeweller: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/109/1/17737.html Все тексты песен: John Cale » John Cale - Small Town » John Cale - Half Past France » John Cale - Memphis » John Cale - A Dream » John Cale - Fear is a Mans Best Friend » John Cale - The Soul of Patrick Lee » John Cale - The Jeweller » John Cale - Thoughtless Kind » John Cale - Gideon`s Bible » John Cale - Dead or Alive » John Cale - There She Goes Again » John Cale - Adelaide » John Cale - Hello There » John Cale - Ill Be Your Mirror » John Cale - Run Run Run » John Cale - Ghost Story » John Cale - Caribbean Sunset » John Cale - Short of Time » John Cale - Cable Hogue » John Cale - Sabotage Рекомендуем скачать: » Валентин Вихорев - Выра » Владимир Высоцкий - В царстве троллей » Виктор Третьяков - Колокола » Валерий Зайцев - Песня на музыку осеннего дождя » Валентин Глазанов - Летят журавли » Владимир Каденко - Сонет » Владимир Высоцкий - Я полмира почти через злые бои... » Владимир Высоцкий - "Не бросать", "Не топтать" » Вероника Долина - Мы бежали друг от друга... » Виктор Кабанов - Осенняя » Владимир Капгер - Плач » Владимир Каденко - Сонет » Владимир Ланцберг - Классики » Вадим Седов - Брат мой Авель » Високосный Год - Метро » Владимир Рябов - Про ветер и первый снег » Владимир Бобриков - Я все чаще от слов устаю... » Владимир Высоцкий - Я уверен, как ни разу в жизни » Высоцкий Владимир - ЗВЕЗДЫ » Владимир Праслов - Бьется ветер, плутает меж сосен...
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