[Frozen inside bones Seas made of crosses My walk leads me to final shore] [4x] Leads me to final shore!
[Charles Bukowski:] "They'll die without a sound."
Already like a dream clay They know, they drown We fade, we run We fade, we run
(Seas made of crosses My walk leads me to final shore) We run!
[Charles Bukowski:] "The man at the piano plays a song he didn’t write, sings words that aren't his, upon a piano he doesn't own. While people at tables eat, drink and talk, the man at the piano finishes to no applause. Then begins to play a new song he didn’t write, begins to sing words that aren't his, upon a piano that isn't his. As the people at the tables continue to eat, drink and talk. When he finishes to no applause, he announces over the mike that he is going to take a ten-minute break. He goes Back to the men's room, enters a toilet booth, bolts the door, sits down, pulls out a joint, lights up. He's glad he's not at the piano. And the people at the tables, eating, drinking and talking, are glad he isn't there either. This is the way it goes almost everywhere, with everybody and everything, as fiercely in the highlands, the black swan burns."
[Charles Bukowski:] "When you walk into a place to get a drink. Its liveliness. When you clean up a city you kill it. There's no place to film around..."Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
