Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shooting Rockets, artist - Swan Lake. Album song Beast Moans, in the genre АльтернативаDate of issue: 20.11.2006
Record label: Jagjaguwar
Song language: English
Shooting Rockets |
| «Caution: Hot Ashes!» |
| -- the girl says to her first kiss |
| They stuck eternity inside a bird’s fist just to watch it fly! |
| Just to make it go! |
| Just to let things slip away! |
| Don’t ask me how I know, I just do… |
| Night Surgeon dons his robes to take apart a fellow amateur! |
| You may have heard it said one gives what one gets |
| Well, I didn’t go out into the world just to be stung by a rich man’s hornets… |
| Who amongst us has left these things undone |
| And who let these animals into my kingdom? |
| A blind doe learns to work the rig… |
| A once-thin man turns into a pig… |
| The endless groves wherein my soul pukes the night away… |
| The problem as I see it -- |
| I was messed up on a tangent that was wrong |
| They mix 'em strong and I was partial to the feeling |
| It is a terrible feast we’ve been stuffing our face on… |
| A terrible breeze from the East comin' on… |
| It bears the scent of our one hundred first kills… |
| You love her. |
| You leave her |
| You try to achieve a breadth of vision that she has from the start |
| I got Street Despair carved into my heart… |
| I got Street Despair carved into my heart… |
| My dear, didn’t you hear, a chorus is a thing that bears repeating |
| The problem, as I see it is (girlsstayawayfromthatshit!) |
| Saw you in Swan Lake -- you were great! |
| Saw you down in Strathcona Square, devouring an AfterEight |
| (who cares! I didn’t mean it!) |
| For the third encore, you saw yourself in half… It was just you and your raft |
| and this |
| Crummy requiem… |
| Run or fly -- |
| At some point I had to ask why. |
| I had to show you |
| A world not tethered to |
| Disasters but this would prove impossible… |
| I snuck a look inside your skull |
| And said -- |
| Don’t look now but Gretchen’s seeing red… |
| Again…" |
| The truth is a thing to coax out of its shell… |
| The truth is -- «On this, you and I are going to tangle» |
| Off, treacherous bliss! |
| Off! |
| (First you come in all sweet |
| And then on tiger’s paws you retreat |
| Into a darkened nether shadow region |
| It’s not that I quit… |
| It’s not that my poems are shit |
| In the light of the privilege of dreams… |
| «Alive», she cried once. |
| Now «Alive,» she screams… |
| Honey, get ready for the fall |
| Time makes bastards of us all |
| The future’s not ours to see… |
| It’d be true what they say, were they to say -- |
| «Why, yes, I dig the scourge!» |
| Praise be the delightful muezzin, tending his flock |
| And |
| Praise be those alabaster hands running amok on your body. |
| They love you in spite of your (lame) scene… |
| We live in darkness. |
| The light is a dream |
| You see…) |