The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart - A Teenager In Love
Now you go unseen, perfect you'll stay hidden
And I can dream of things you'll never see
Alli, please, if you are braver than the rest
There's little left who could dispute your claim
And when you'd finally gone
He tells me you were dead all along
He was wrong, he hadn't lived a day
The way you lived your final days
A teenager in love with Christ and heroin
Now you feel ashamed but he feels nothing of the kind
He talks of things he wouldn't mind to try sometime
But you've got little left to give
His touch is not a thing you'll ever miss
And when you'd finally gone
He tells me you were dead all along
He was wrong, he hadn't lived a day
The way you lived your final days
A teenager in love with Christ and heroin
A teenager in love with Christ and heroin
And if you made a stand
I would stand with you 'til the end
But you don't need a friend when you're a
Teenager in love with Christ and heroin
A teenager in love with Christ and heroin
You got a fast car
I want a ticket to anywhere
Maybe we make a deal
Maybe together we can get somewhere
Any place is better
Starting from zero got nothing to lose
Maybe we'll make something
Me myself I got nothing to prove
You got a fast car
I got a plan to get us out of here
I been working at the convenience store
Managed to save just a little bit of money
Won't have to drive too far
Just 'cross the border and into the city
You and I can both get jobs
And finally see what it means to be living
See my old man's got a problem
He live with the bottle that's the way it is
He says his body's too old for working
His body's too young to look like his
My mama went off and left him
She wanted more from life than he could give
I said somebody's got to take care of him
So I quit school and that's what I did
You got a fast car
Is it fast enough so we can fly away?
We gotta make a decision
Leave tonight or live and die this way
So remember when we were driving driving in your car
Speed so fast I felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder
And I had a feeling that I belonged
I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone
You got a fast car
We go cruising, entertain ourselves
You still ain't got a job
And I work in a market as a checkout girl
I know things will get better
You'll find work and I'll get promoted
We'll move out of the shelter
Buy a bigger house and live in the suburbs
So remember when we were driving driving in your car
Speed so fast I felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder
And I had a feeling that I belonged
I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone
You got a fast car
I got a job that pays all our bills
You stay out drinking late at the bar
See more of your friends than you do of your kids
I'd always hoped for better
Thought maybe together you and me find it
I got no plans I ain't going nowhere
So take your fast car and keep on driving
So remember when we were driving driving in your car
Speed so fast I felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder
And I had a feeling that I belonged
I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone
You got a fast car
Is it fast enough so you can fly away?
You gotta make a decision
Leave tonight or live and die this way
I know the pieces fit 'cause I watched them fall away
Mildewed and smoldering. Fundamental differing
Pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion
Disintegrating as it goes testing our communication
The light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so
We cannot seem to reach an end crippling our communication
I know the pieces fit 'cause I watched them tumble down
No fault, none to blame, it doesn't mean I don't desire to
Point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over
To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication
The poetry that comes from the squaring off between
And the circling is worth it
Finding beauty in the dissonance
There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away
Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting
I've done the math enough to know the dangers of our second guessing
Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication
Cold silence
Has a tendency
To atrophy any
Sense of compassion
Between supposed lovers
Between supposed lovers
I am the one, Orgasmatron, the outstretched grasping hand
My image is of agony, my servants rape the land
Obsequious and arrogant, clandestine and vain
Two thousand years of misery, of torture in my name
Hypocrisy made paramount, paranoia the law
My name is called religion, sadistic, sacred whore.
I twist the truth, I rule the world, my crown is called deceit
I am the emperor of lies, you grovel at my feet
I rob you and I slaughter you, your downfall is my gain
And still you play the sycophant and revel in you pain
And all my promises are lies, all my love is hate
I am the politician, and I decide your fate
I march before a martyred world, an army for the fight
I speak of great heroic days, of victory and might
I hold a banner drenched in blood, I urge you to be brave
I lead you to your destiny, I lead you to your grave
Your bones will build my palaces, your eyes will stud my crown
For I am Mars, the god of war, and I will cut you down.
Srpski:
Orgazmatron, to sam ja, ruka koja uzima
Prikaza sam bola, moje sluge nasilnici zemlje
Uslužan i ponosan, tajnovit i tašt
Dve hiljade godina bede, mučenja u moje ime
Gde licemerje vlada, a paranoja je zakon
Zovu me religija, sadistička, sveta kurva
Krojim istinu, vladam svetom, krunisan sam obmanom
Gospodar sam laži, puziš mi pod nogama
Pljačkam te i kasapim, koristim iz tvoje propasti
A ti i dalje izigravaš mučenika i uživaš u bolu
I sva moja obećenja su laži, sva moja ljubav mržnja
Ja sam političar, i ja krojim tvoju sudbinu
Paradiram pred mučeničkim svetom, vojskom spremnom na borbu
Govorim o slavnim herojskim danima, o pobedi i moći
Držim zastavu natopljenu krvlju, i bodrim te na hrabrost
Vodim te ka tvojoj sudbini, vodim te ka tvome grobu
Od tvojih kostiju izgradiću dvorove, tvoje oči krasit će mi krunu
Jer ja sam Mars, bog rata, i ja ći te saseći.
Interesantno je da je pesma poslednja na B strani albuma Bolero, a pre nje ide još jedan apsolutni klasik domaćeg roka, "Šejn".
Sa vestern ikonografijom.
I've got your number, lonely
October 33
I wear it on my soul's back
Like, fair, fair, fair
And, I can hear the brass ring, I hear it in the nosebleeds
Where you once felt a cold breeze
Think it was Halloween
I've got your number, lonely
October 33
That's cold facts, fair, fair, fair
Holds me down, like you know how, darlin'
Hold me now, like you know my plight
Got your number, I do
Alone in the back
I'm sending love where you are at
I do
I've got your number, lonely
October 33
Your love's my only good thing
Like, fair, fair, fair
So, help me hear the bird sing
I'll help you capture your dream
Let's see it in the present, and try to let it be
I've got your number, lonely
October 33
I'm knockin' at your door, babe
Like, fair, fair, fair
You can hear the band play
Then listen to my heart say
It's gonna be a good day
October 33
Got your number, baby, I do
Crying in the back
I'm sending love where you are at
I do, to you
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Fair, fair, fair
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Say, I wanna make it alright
Good times, stop, look and listen
Said, I wanna make it alright
Stop, look and listen
Alone in the back
Send love where you're at
I do
