Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stuck Between Stations, artist - The Hold Steady. Album song A Positive Rage, in the genre Инди
Date of issue: 06.04.2009
Record label: BMG Rights Management (US), Vagrant
Song language: English
Stuck Between Stations |
There are nights when I think that Sal Paradise was right |
Boys and girls in America, they have such a sad time together |
Sucking off each other at the demonstrations, making sure their makeup’s |
straight |
Crushing one another with colossal expectations, dependent, undisciplined, |
sleeping late |
She was a really cool kisser and she wasn’t all that strict of a Christian |
She was a damn good dancer but she wasn’t all that great of a girlfriend |
He likes the warm feeling but he’s tired of all the dehydration |
Most nights are crystal clear but tonight it’s like he’s stuck between stations |
On the radio |
The Devil and John Berryman, they took a walk together |
And they ended up on Washington talking to the river |
He said, «I've surrounded myself with doctors and deep thinkers |
Their big heads and soft bodies make for lousy lovers» |
There was that night that we thought John Berryman could fly |
But he didn’t, so he died |
She said «You're pretty good with words, but words won’t save your life» |
And they didn’t, so he died |
Yeah, he was drunk and exhausted, he was critically acclaimed and respected |
He loved the Golden Gophers but he hated all the drawn-out winters |
He likes the warm feeling but he’s tired of all the dehydration |
Most nights were kind of fuzzy but that last night he had total retention |
Yeah, these Twin City kisses |
They sound like clicks and hisses |
We all come down and drowned |
In the Mississippi River |
We drink and we dry up and now we crumble into dust |
We get wet and we corrode and now we’re covered up in rust |
We drink and we dry up and now we crumble into dust |
We get wet and we corrode and now we’re covered up in rust |
She was a really cool kisser and she wasn’t all that strict of a Christian |
She was a damn good dancer but she wasn’t all that great of a girlfriend |
He likes the warm feeling but he’s tired of all the dehydration |
Most nights are crystal clear but tonight it’s like he’s stuck between stations |
These Twin City kisses |
They sound like clicks and hisses |
We all come down and drowned |