Текст (слова) песни: Lowest of the Low - A Casual Overdose
A Saturday afternoon, Nneteen seventy-two: You can spell anything And I`ve got a magic ring And hockey cards in my spokes A casual overdose Of Pop Rocks and phrase mongering but beauty`s a delicate thing
Out here in the open grass Two tiny iconoclasts Divvy some loot we stole From Old Man Hatfield`s store And bury the rest in a hole
A mournful November morn Nineteen eighty-four you stutter the words like rain And the steps of cathedral stain With resounding, resigning notes A casual overdose But I didn`t come here to grieve And I know you have to leave But Who`s gonna save your soul? The Beatles at Hollywood Bowl Or The Revolution Betrayed? Don`t act like your mind isn`t made I`ll believe in you either way
A kind of renaissance day Nineteen eighty-eight We`re the same in a different way It`s the closeness that seperates An awkwardly eloquent toast From a casual overdose Of punk rock and Chinatown hum `Til we both are overcome So we join our trembling hands And clap for The Weakerthans And Drink to our personal lore Though we don`t make love anymore We still share euphoria
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