Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Machete, artist - Bambara. Album song Stray, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 13.02.2020
Record label: Wharf Cat
Song language: English
Machete |
There’s a clearing behind her mother’s house |
The other side of Silver Creek |
We’d drink cheap cherry vodka there late at night |
Her dog Lobo at our feet |
Yeah, Crystal was younger than me, but much tougher |
With a dark smile on her lips |
She looked so pretty laughing in my puckered face |
When I pulled up her skirt a bit |
Lobo took off, she said, «You catch that hound, I’m yours» |
So I ran |
Through the trees |
Chasing sounds |
Deep into the darkness |
Then I fled, took Crystal to her room |
Turned off all the lights |
I closed the curtains to the sickle moon |
Said, «There's a strange man outside |
He was out there swatting lightning bugs |
On his greasy face and body |
I could just make out two big pale eyes staring |
Through streaks of glowing green |
His pig-face grinning mean» |
Her smile |
Fell away |
And she said |
«Thought I was going crazy |
I’ve seen him too |
And I can’t take it anymore |
I can’t take it |
Every night, I see him in the window |
Those big pale eyes» |
I stole a machete |
Hacked up small animals for practice |
Even when I found Lobo tied in a knot |
No one believed us |
Weeks later, I was patrolling the woods |
Red lights flashing through the branches |
I dropped the machete, ran to her house |
And saw two cop cars and an ambulance |
Lightning bugs glowing in the breeze |
And I fell to my knees |
It’s been years now, I moved to the city |
To get lost in the trash like one of many fruit flies |
And I found my wife Claire |
So full of life, so wild, with a smile beyond compare |
And our first child is kicking strong inside her |
But sometimes I swear |
I look at her face, and I see Crystal hiding in there |
The way her lips pout when she’s brushing her hair |
I see her everywhere, yeah |
I tried my best to lose her |
How I got lost in bars, spilling into streets, too drunk to dream |
Can’t dream or I’ll see him choking Crystal with her sheets |
And grinning mean |
Now it seems like violence is a mist |
Slowly creeping from the past |
And I can’t help but feel he’s coming back for me |
Just last week |
An old machete was found lodged in some young cop’s gut |
Right on our street |
Where I could hear him suffering |
And I recalled a possum |
Still trying to run, though I’d cut its head clean off |
Same as me, I thought |
Fleeing home when I knew damn well he’d never stop |
'Cause I saw those eyes |
And tonight, as I patrolled the halls |
Checking all the windows, I saw |
The green glow of a lightning bug |
Kissed Claire’s sleeping lips and grabbed my gun, yeah |
Not gonna run |