Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Long Vein Of The Law, artist - Subtle. Album song Long Vein of the Law, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 31.05.2005
Record label: LEX
Song language: English
The Long Vein Of The Law |
of the law |
When the long vein of the law bites his right eye at you |
from behind his stingy brimed black hat of all facts |
And yours can only choke |
filing blanks all over the floor in front of you |
until your mouth half lights |
and all your body water rushes to the soft fillets of your back |
Before you can speak, |
he touches a very serious finger to the neck of your hand |
and your skin breaks out in |
all spreading from a sizable city some three hundred miles east of Dallas, Texas |
Dallas appearing just below the cheap lamp of throat shakra |
the thirty five cent running the length of your torso |
and disappearing over the soft cost of your hip |
Some moments later, |
your west central Texas skin begins to purple, |
and suddenly he’s feeling for thorns on the stems of your eyes |
You jerk them back to the twice focus shot |
of your glasses blur black rim and hiss |
and fiddle in your pockets for a first stuffed animal or some obscene note |
You have a good idea of what’s coming |
You reach for your mouth to cut words |
But |
He speaks: |
Son, you seize the grass and sun tight in the film beneath your face |
and wrong between half writ books on outcoals and medium no medium no |
He shows you a feather that he grew in his femur |
You reach for your mouth to cut words |
But all you can say is |
Everyday Hard (x4) |
And so he points to a hole now spreading carefully on your sunken chest gently |
shakes his clear blue head and teaches you the word Vacation before |
dissappearing into the open mouth of his face fixed hat of all fact |
And then it all goes black |
A R (x2) |
When you come to, |
something in your throat feels more forgiven, |
and the sunrise seems to have put back the knife it sometimes pulls on you |
Hopefully, next time you see one another, |
He’ll be all «What's up?» |
with his hat off, one hand full of coconut and small |
umbrella |
A young George Washington lounging there beside him, |
sucking centers from one hundred watt bulbs with a two dollar bill, |
scoping his navel full of sweat as it steeps in the sun |