Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Keeping Time, artist - State Champion. Album song Stale Champagne, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 25.01.2010
Record label: State Champion
Song language: English
Keeping Time |
Why’d you go out east my boy? |
Why’d you go out there? |
Did your papa say that the time of day |
Is only secondary to the price that you pay to know? |
Oh no |
And why’d you leave my back my boy? |
I thought you was with me with me 'til the end |
Why’d you leave my back my boy? |
I thought that you was whisky and I was gin |
Laid out on some bar together |
Dusty eyed but getting better as each calendar goes |
In the trash with the atlas and the maps |
Of all the circles we drove |
'Cause there ain’t no one keeping time no more |
But these assholes knocking on my door |
Is that the cops or the devil or the goddamn Lord |
Who knows? |
I saw the federation flag |
Doubled over like a dancer on her side |
And when I called I called to tell you |
That your favorite of the athletes had died |
He offed his family and left nothing |
But an orchid on the nightstand alive |
Still you didn’t pick me up but what the fuck |
I figured why not try |
'Cause there ain’t a reason to be good my boy |
Though I’ve seen others try in the past |
There ain’t a reason to be good my boy |
Though I have seen others they’ve died for less |
Horizontal on the prairie |
Still as the snow and buried by the dark |
While there’s vampires on that altar |
With their teeth inside the neck of my guitar |
But there just ain’t no one keeping time no more |
So I got in my car and I drove |
To the White House in my church clothes |
Just to see if you were sleeping on the lawn |
But all I found was freedom in a window |
Blinking my name in neon (please keep it on) |
I fell asleep myself you know |
I was dreaming of the Tri-State and beyond |
I had Lincoln looking over me saying |
«Fuck it man I guess the golden days are gone» |
'Cause there ain’t no one keeping time no one |
There ain’t no one keeping time |
The minister is knee-deep in wine |
And who are you and I to go and argue with the Lord |
After eighteen years of sleeping on his floor? |
There ain’t no one keeping time |
Ain’t nobody keeping mine |
Ain’t no one keeping time no more |