Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Buzzkill Caterwaul, artist - Kyle Craft. Album song Showboat Honey, in the genre Иностранная авторская песня
Date of issue: 11.07.2019
Record label: Sub Pop
Song language: English
Buzzkill Caterwaul |
Once you were the talk of the town |
Oh, once you were the life of the party, you’re a buzzkill now |
And it’s so strange to see you caving in |
Kicking up dust on a long road, honey, always tryin' to begin |
But you found forty bucks in a hotel bible |
In a run-down room with nothing on TV |
And you acted out your lines there in the mirror |
You could act out all that nothin' perfectly |
So you conjured up a borrowed voice and new suit |
And you stole a light for all that shadowplay |
And you won the crowd in Brooklyn with your cheap tricks |
Like you won the crowd with sweet talk in LA |
Well, you don’t see the air you breathe |
The weather’s warm and welcoming every day and night |
And you don’t see the web they weave is one of many |
Hanging off the Hollywood sign |
But you ain’t gonna shake my bones with all that caterwaul |
And you ain’t gonna shake my bones with all that pretty talk |
On paper, it’s an empty ruse |
On paper, it’s an empty tomb |
A paperboy’s nothing new, but you don’t know it all |
You don’t know it all |
Once you were the talk of the town |
Oh, once you were the showboat honey, but your ship sailed out |
And it hurt bad when you heard the stranger say |
That your bird in the hand was a flash in the pan when you let it fly away |
You were supposed to be in the park on a billboard, singin' |
And every passerby wonders where you’re gone |
You been stowed up in your attic, always thinkin' |
'Bout the next big plan for all your little songs |
And you don’t keep bad company |
How do you not say a single thing when you talk that long? |
When you don’t see the air you breathe |
What’s there to write about when nothing’s going wrong? |
But you ain’t gonna shake my bones with all that caterwaul |
And you ain’t gonna shake my bones with all that pretty talk |
On paper, it’s an empty ruse |
On paper, it’s an empty tomb |
A paperboy’s nothing new, but you don’t know it all |
You don’t know it all |
You don’t know it all |
You never knew it all |