Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Acorns, artist - Max Tundra. Album song Mastered by Guy at The Exchange, in the genre ЭлектроникаDate of issue: 29.08.2002
Record label: Domino
Song language: English
Acorns |
| Spitting blood in a sink in a German hotel bathroom |
| A wet clot of red gum juice, souvenir of wisdom’s ration |
| Rinsing face, drying hair, humming «Oh Engineer» by the brothers Larcombe |
| Thinking of the bands I never got a chance to spend my cash on |
| Ché and his Caballero chucked it in when I said I liked them |
| Now I’ll never catch them in a smoky room on Highbury Corner |
| I shall weep for them another day because I’m at the fulcrum |
| Of the Voodoo graveyard see-saw and I’m not the only mourner |
| What do we do when our friends split up? |
| Five little sevens then belly up |
| There’s no more ash, no more soda pop |
| Why did those five have to make it stop? |
| At least we have Storm And Stress to show for the DC Implosion |
| Mushrooms grown on an upstairs Smalley wall |
| Are chopped down and moved away from |
| Five icemen melt without hint of a reforming notion |
| And the clan I saw perform the most give a bow and leave my kingdom |
| Talented friends and 25 eclipse the work of certain strummers |
| Steel-string chords and a railway or a globe, or Mr. Bickle’s nonsense |
| Who can rescue us from the Embrace of these Monsoonless summers? |
| Don’t rely on magic, friends because in rock there are no constants |
| What do we do when our friends split up? |
| Is there no way they can make it up? |
| If you bump into my penta friends |
| Be sure to ask if they meant to end |