Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Solitary Home, artist - Major Parkinson. Album song Songs from a Solitary Home, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 12.09.2010
Record label: Degaton
Song language: English
Solitary Home |
Do you remember when you could do anything you wanted to? |
They said you were the greatest one of the finest girls at the college uptown |
Do you remember when you could say anything you wanted to say |
They said you were the smartest one of the finest girls at the college uptown |
Hey hey do you remember when you stood in the yard |
They said the world is right in front of your feet |
And someday you’re gonna meet mr. |
Marlon Brando, |
Live in a tango, build up a house of dreams |
And count the dasies |
Do you remember when your eyes had a drain |
There was a guy behind your lashes |
Showing all the pretty flashes of Humphrey Bogart eating his yoghurt |
Dining with Norma Jean |
Do you remember the first time you took a ride |
On the vertigo pony made of Mahogany |
Waving to the ducks by the surrogate clown |
Uptown smashing your leather balls |
Into the rusty cans shooting rabbits and monkeys |
Feeding the donkeys |
Waiting for the days to be blemished in frown |
Hey hey do you remember when you stood in the aisle |
Between the rivers that you saw in your dreams, |
The fainted flashes from kindergarten |
Swimming in bourbon chasing a big balloon |
You looked so happy shooting the blind with blanks on medicine square |
In the obituary rolling stone |
A metropolitician met Jo DiMaggio |
Playing arpeggio from the great beyond |
In the solitary home a woman’s talking through a phone |
With a man who is selling dreams for people who never close their eyes |
Unless they try to sleep |
In the solitary home by the TV all alone |
Her children left her years ago |
And her husband sails a world of paper souls and silhouettes |
When time hits the gravity nothing seems to measure up |
The days, weeks, months, years filling her up |
Stuck in a commercial |
Hideous like a dying tiny little puppy |
Skinny to the bone |
You bite the bullet twixt the cup and the lip in a monstrous town |
Where the jingles are fading |
Every time you try to change the channel |
You tune in, drop out, trying to shout |
But no one can hear their own voice when they dream |
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGH! |
Hey hey do you remember when you stood in the yard |
I said the world is right in front of your feet |
And someday you’re gonna meet mr. |
Marlon Brando |
Live in a tango, build up a house of dreams |
And count the dasies |
Do you remember when your eyes had a drain |
I was the guy behind your lashes |
Showing all the pretty flashes of Humphrey Bogart feeding you yoghurt |
From the great beyond |