Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Album Of The Year, artist - The Good Life. Album song Album Of The Year, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 09.08.2004
Record label: Saddle Creek Europe
Song language: English
Album Of The Year |
the first time that i met her |
i was throwing up in a ladies room stall. |
she asked me if i needed anything |
i said i think i spilled my drink. |
and that’s how it started. |
(or so i’d like to believe) |
she took me to her mother’s house outside of town |
where the stars hang down. |
she said she’d never seen someone so lost. |
i said i’d never felt so found. |
and then i kissed her on the cheek. |
and so she kissed me on the mouth. |
oh oh oh oh. |
spring was popping daises |
around rusted trucks and busted lawn chairs. |
we moved into a studio in council bluffs |
to save a couple of bucks. |
where the mice came out at night. |
neighbors were screaming all the time. |
we’d make love in the afternoon |
to chelsea girls and bachelor number 2. |
i’d play for her some songs i wrote |
she’d joke and say i’m shooting through the roof. |
i’d say they’re all for you dear. |
i’ll write the album of the year. |
and i know she’d love me then. |
i swear to god she did. |
because the way she’d bite my lower lip |
and push her hips against my hips. |
and dig her nails so deep into my skin. |
the first time that i met her |
i was convinced that i had finally found the one. |
she was convinced i was under the influence |
of all those drunken romantics. |
i was reading Fante at the time. |
i had Bukowski on my mind. |
she got a job at jacob’s |
serving cocktails to all the local drunks. |
against her will i fit the bill |
i perched down at the end of the bar. |
she says space is not just a place for stars. |
i give you an inch you want a house with a yard. |
and i know she loved me once. |
but now those days are gone. |
she used to call me every day |
from a payphone on her break for lunch |
just to say she can’t wait to come home. |
to come home. |
to come home. |
yeah home. |
the last time that i saw her |
she was picking through which records were hers. |
her clothes were packed in boxes |
with some pots and pans and books and a toaster. |
just then a mouse scurried across the floor. |
so i laughed until it didn’t hurt. |
i laughed until it didn’t hurt. |
i laughed until it didn’t hurt. |
ah right. |