Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Buñuel, artist - Califone. Album song All My Friends Are Funeral Singers, in the genre АльтернативаDate of issue: 05.10.2009
Record label: Dead Oceans
Song language: English
Buñuel |
| Luis Buñuel made bullets and guns at home to pass the time away |
| With careful fingers and eyes getting old, smoking the whole time |
| Stars in the tide-pools, dust in the daylight |
| A great plague passes and saves us for later |
| Every camera loves you better when you quit trying to play |
| Gunpowder stains, lose all sense of time, can’t seem to recall |
| The function of what you lost yourself in making |
| Every whorehouse in ever civil war |
| Knows better ways to make you wait |
| Every camera loves you better when you quit trying to play |
| Luis buñuel watching the wine glass tremble as the train passes by |
| Wizened fingers, revolution and lust, soul and spine |
| Stars in the tide-pools, dust in the daylight |
| A great plague passes and saves us for later |
| Every camera loves you better when you quit trying to play |
| Every whorehouse in every civil war |
| Knows better ways to make you wait |
| Every camera loves you better when you quit trying to play |