Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Feelers, 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
The Feelers |
It was an early morning meet-up at the mansion up the mountain |
The Maestro still had glitter on his face |
They led us to the office and once my eyes adjusted |
I took a little look around the place |
On the mantle was a portrait of his father and the fortune |
He’d amassed from being ruthless but polite |
And a bottle with a model, a specific British clipper ship |
On his desk there was a pistol and a pipe |
The sunrise wasn’t perfect but it was close enough to count |
The vibrations were impatient he said he’s sick of running out |
But first we set the prices and then we talk about amounts |
The sweet parade the morning brings |
The drifters wearing angel wings |
The hard distorted hymns they sing |
So sad the night is over |
The shepherds started spinning out |
The cowboys trying to dismount |
St. Francis with the pigeons on his shoulder |
Now while you’re here in person I was kind of, sort of hoping |
I could ask you 'bout a girl I met last night |
She had the aura of an angel |
But she had a couple problems |
I guess the big one is she’s someone else’s wife |
And she didn’t bring it up with any sort of plan in place |
She said she was just putting out the feelers |
When she asked if she could choke you |
Underneath the blacklight poster |
With a spaceman saying, «Take me to your dealer» |
This scene, it only moves at a few different speeds |
Forage and gather, attack and retreat |
First we’re gonna finish up our business |
Then we’ll finally get some sleep |
All the things you never really noticed before |
Turned out that they don’t even matter |
'Cause when someone hits the switch in the kitchen |
All the insects just scatter |
The broken birds all headed south |
The pirates with the party mouth |
The corner boys all calling out |
So sad the war is finished |
Each daybreak there’s a new parade |
From uptown through the old arcades |
Along the way we lost the flame |
But there’s burners in the kitchen |
We’ve been staying late a lot |
That mansion on the mountaintop |
Did you think about the thing The Maestro mentioned? |
How tomorrow’s pretty much today |
And I don’t predict a major change |
Seems like you and me have got momentum |
Feels like now we’re in this pretty deep |
We should get set up before we sleep |
Feels like now we’re in this pretty deep |
We should get set up before we sleep |