Beck - Stories Of The Street lyrics
[Beck - Stories Of The Street lyrics]
The stories of the street are mine
The Spanish voices laugh
The Cadillacs go creeping now through the
Night and the poison gas
And I lean from my windowsill in
This old hotel I chose
Yes, one hand on my suicide
One hand on the rose
I know you've heard it's over now
And war must surely come the cities
They are broke in half and
The middlemen are gone
But let me ask you one more time
Oh children of the dusk
All these hunters who are shrieking now
Oh do they speak for us?
Where do all these highways go
Now that we are free?
Why are the armies marching still that
Were coming home to me?
Oh lady with your legs so fine
Oh stranger at your wheel
You are locked into your suffering
Your pleasures on the seal
The age of lust is giving birth
And both the parents ask
The nurse to tell them fairy tales
On both sides of the glass
And now the infant with his cord
Is hauled in like a kite
And one hand filled with blueprints
One eye filled with night
Oh come with me, my little one
We will find that farm
And grow us green grass and apples there
And if by chance I wake at night
And I ask you who I am
Oh take me to the slaughterhouse
I will wait there with the lamb
With one hand on the hexagram and
One hand on the girl
I balance on a wishing well that
All men call the world
We are so small between the stars
So large against the sky
And lost among the subway crowds I
Try to catch your eye
The Spanish voices laugh
The Cadillacs go creeping now through the
Night and the poison gas
And I lean from my windowsill in
This old hotel I chose
Yes, one hand on my suicide
One hand on the rose
I know you've heard it's over now
And war must surely come the cities
They are broke in half and
The middlemen are gone
But let me ask you one more time
Oh children of the dusk
All these hunters who are shrieking now
Oh do they speak for us?
Where do all these highways go
Now that we are free?
Why are the armies marching still that
Were coming home to me?
Oh lady with your legs so fine
Oh stranger at your wheel
You are locked into your suffering
Your pleasures on the seal
The age of lust is giving birth
And both the parents ask
The nurse to tell them fairy tales
On both sides of the glass
And now the infant with his cord
Is hauled in like a kite
And one hand filled with blueprints
One eye filled with night
Oh come with me, my little one
We will find that farm
And grow us green grass and apples there
And if by chance I wake at night
And I ask you who I am
Oh take me to the slaughterhouse
I will wait there with the lamb
With one hand on the hexagram and
One hand on the girl
I balance on a wishing well that
All men call the world
We are so small between the stars
So large against the sky
And lost among the subway crowds I
Try to catch your eye