Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Spices, artist - The Hold Steady. Album song Open Door Policy, in the genre Инди
Date of issue: 18.02.2021
Record label: Positive Jams, Thirty Tigers
Song language: English
Spices |
She sent a picture of a plethora of poker chips |
Spread out on the bed between a mouth and a leg |
She said «there's pretty many people already but still I wish you were here» |
Hadn’t really seen her since the previous winter |
She’d been a drop dead number since later last December |
But here she is rising again Happy Easter |
You wanna go get some beers? |
And all the bartnders were strangling thir shakers |
It was springtime in the sweet part of the city |
It’s nice to hit the taverns with familiar companions |
I kind of like it when she’s laughing at me |
So now were back in touch and were up to old tricks |
And she’s acting on a tip, we’re trying to find the right play |
She said, «meet me on the corner of Central Smoke and Gift |
I’ll be just before daybreak» |
But she wants to make it clear |
That she’s done with all that other stuff |
Sick of all the drama club |
Tired of all the talking drugs |
She slept over on a Saturday night |
And in the morning we watched the parade |
All the majorettes had the sun in their eyes |
And all the old cars looked fatigued |
The cops in the kilts had me nervous as hell |
But if felt pretty cool when she kissed me |
We’re at the table and she’s yelling out her order |
Vanilla vodka in a diet Dr. Pepper |
Something wrapped in black wax paper |
We’re gonna see where this goes |
She’s pouring liquor into spun sugar |
Something extra in a salt shaker |
She only does this as an ice breaker |
So go ahead with the show |
She makes it really clear that she’s a way different person |
Than the person that I knew in the past |
But once she starts rolling it’s wild like the ocean |
And the ocean is violent and vast |
We’re in the weeds and we’re taking on water |
We’ve been taking on whatever they offer |
Trading stickers with some shipwrecked sailors |
We’re going to see where this goes |
We’re in the woods with the difficult decision |
The majorettes not paying much attention |
And if the band ever plays the Resurrection |
It’s at the end of the show |
Something extra in a salt shaker |
Turning liquor into spun sugar |
She said that we should try to do this every Easter |
I said, «we'll see how it goes, we still gotta see the end of the show» |