Lyrics Band of Horses - The General Specific
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If the trials trials at hand
Are really getting you down,
We had a close call,
I didn't even see it,
Then another one,
And I hardly believed it at all.
What the writers say,
It means shit to me now,
Plants and animals...
We're on a bender
When it's 80 degrees at the end of December,
What's going on,
Only for you and me...
In a showing of hands,
Who's going back to the south?
We're hungry next thing I know,
Been running,
The blender and the lightning storm
Are disguised as a blessing, I'm sure.
And knowing ahead,
There comes a fork in the road,
Pants have gotta go,
We're on an island
On the fourth of July,
Looks like the tide
Is going home...
In time I'll find
A little way to your heart,
Down to the general store
For nothing specific,
Gonna wash my bones
In the Atlantic shore,
Only for you and me..
Стандартное особенное
Если накопившиеся проблемы
Тянут на дно,
То вспомни, как мы висели на волоске -
А я и не заметил,
Потом снова -
И я вообще едва в это поверил...
И плевал я сейчас
На слова всяких писак,
Растения, животные вымирают...
А мы пьяные в стельку по такой жаре -
Плюс восемьдесят в конце декабря,
И все, что происходит,
Происходит только для нас двоих...
"Поднимите руки,
Кто едет с нами на юг!"
А дальше помню только, как мы жутко проголодались
После долгого бега,
А ураган, и молнии, и гром -
Это всё замаскированные благословения, я уверен.
Мы заранее знаем:
Скоро развилка дороги,
И пора проститься со своими штанами,
Мы встречаем на острове
Четвертое июля*,
А на этой волне нас, кажется,
Вынесло бы прямо к дому...
Со временем я найду
Короткий путь к твоему сердцу,
В его стандартный отдел
С пометкой "ничего особенного",
Я дам своим костям хорошенько отмокнуть
В водах у побережья Атлантики,
Где будем только ты и я...
* - День Независимости в США.
Are really getting you down,
We had a close call,
I didn't even see it,
Then another one,
And I hardly believed it at all.
What the writers say,
It means shit to me now,
Plants and animals...
We're on a bender
When it's 80 degrees at the end of December,
What's going on,
Only for you and me...
In a showing of hands,
Who's going back to the south?
We're hungry next thing I know,
Been running,
The blender and the lightning storm
Are disguised as a blessing, I'm sure.
And knowing ahead,
There comes a fork in the road,
Pants have gotta go,
We're on an island
On the fourth of July,
Looks like the tide
Is going home...
In time I'll find
A little way to your heart,
Down to the general store
For nothing specific,
Gonna wash my bones
In the Atlantic shore,
Only for you and me..
Стандартное особенное
Если накопившиеся проблемы
Тянут на дно,
То вспомни, как мы висели на волоске -
А я и не заметил,
Потом снова -
И я вообще едва в это поверил...
И плевал я сейчас
На слова всяких писак,
Растения, животные вымирают...
А мы пьяные в стельку по такой жаре -
Плюс восемьдесят в конце декабря,
И все, что происходит,
Происходит только для нас двоих...
"Поднимите руки,
Кто едет с нами на юг!"
А дальше помню только, как мы жутко проголодались
После долгого бега,
А ураган, и молнии, и гром -
Это всё замаскированные благословения, я уверен.
Мы заранее знаем:
Скоро развилка дороги,
И пора проститься со своими штанами,
Мы встречаем на острове
Четвертое июля*,
А на этой волне нас, кажется,
Вынесло бы прямо к дому...
Со временем я найду
Короткий путь к твоему сердцу,
В его стандартный отдел
С пометкой "ничего особенного",
Я дам своим костям хорошенько отмокнуть
В водах у побережья Атлантики,
Где будем только ты и я...
* - День Независимости в США.
If the trials trials at hand
Are really getting you down,
We had a close call,
I didn't even see it,
Then another one,
And I hardly believed it at all.
What the writers say,
It means shit to me now,
Plants and animals ...
We're on a bender
When it’s 80 degrees
What's going on,
Only for you and me ...
In a showing of hands,
Who's going back to the south?
We're hungry next thing I know,
Been running
The blender and the lightning storm
Are disguised as a blessing, I'm sure.
And knowing ahead,
There comes a fork in the road,
Pants have gotta go,
We're on an island
On the fourth of July,
Looks like the tide
Is going home ...
In time I'll find
A little way to your heart,
Down to the general store
For nothing specific,
Gonna wash my bones
In the Atlantic shore,
Only for you and me ..
Standard special
If the accumulated problems
Pulled to the bottom
Then remember how we hung by a thread -
And I did not notice
Then again -
And I hardly believed it at all ...
And I spat now
On the words of all sorts of hacks,
Plants, animals are dying out ...
And we are drunk in the insole in this heat -
Plus eighty at the end of December,
And everything that happens
It happens only for the two of us ...
"Raise your hands,
Who goes with us to the south! "
And then I just remember how terribly we got hungry
After a long run,
And hurricane, and lightning, and thunder -
These are all disguised blessings, I am sure.
We know in advance:
Soon a fork in the road,
And it's time to say goodbye to your pants,
We meet on the island
Fourth of July*,
And on this wave of us, it seems
Would take it straight to the house ...
In time, I will find
Short cut to your heart
In its standard department
Marked "nothing special"
I'll give my bones a good wet
In the waters off the coast of the Atlantic,
Where we are just you and me ...
* - Independence Day in the United States.
Are really getting you down,
We had a close call,
I didn't even see it,
Then another one,
And I hardly believed it at all.
What the writers say,
It means shit to me now,
Plants and animals ...
We're on a bender
When it’s 80 degrees
What's going on,
Only for you and me ...
In a showing of hands,
Who's going back to the south?
We're hungry next thing I know,
Been running
The blender and the lightning storm
Are disguised as a blessing, I'm sure.
And knowing ahead,
There comes a fork in the road,
Pants have gotta go,
We're on an island
On the fourth of July,
Looks like the tide
Is going home ...
In time I'll find
A little way to your heart,
Down to the general store
For nothing specific,
Gonna wash my bones
In the Atlantic shore,
Only for you and me ..
Standard special
If the accumulated problems
Pulled to the bottom
Then remember how we hung by a thread -
And I did not notice
Then again -
And I hardly believed it at all ...
And I spat now
On the words of all sorts of hacks,
Plants, animals are dying out ...
And we are drunk in the insole in this heat -
Plus eighty at the end of December,
And everything that happens
It happens only for the two of us ...
"Raise your hands,
Who goes with us to the south! "
And then I just remember how terribly we got hungry
After a long run,
And hurricane, and lightning, and thunder -
These are all disguised blessings, I am sure.
We know in advance:
Soon a fork in the road,
And it's time to say goodbye to your pants,
We meet on the island
Fourth of July*,
And on this wave of us, it seems
Would take it straight to the house ...
In time, I will find
Short cut to your heart
In its standard department
Marked "nothing special"
I'll give my bones a good wet
In the waters off the coast of the Atlantic,
Where we are just you and me ...
* - Independence Day in the United States.