Hey, Mr.!

Posted On Αύγουστος 17, 2007

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-One more?

– Yeah, sure, why not?

– On the rock?

– Yeah, mate.

– So, problems?

– Don’t really know. I just gotta go.

– Where to?

– Anywhere but here.

– You mean the bar, the city, the country?

– No, no. Not the bar, Jesus!

Nice brandy, by the way.

– So they say, dear. So they say.

– Can I ask you something?

– Sure.

– Does she come hear often?

– Twice a week, more or less.

– Can you give her this file from me?

– What’s in there?

– Memories. From the future, tell her. She ‘ll understand.

– Yeah, sure. One more?

– One more for the illusions, mate. After all, I need ’em. But first the brandy. Whith a single ice cube. «On the rock».

– It ‘s more like «on the blues», ain’t it?

– So it is. So it is. Primitive.

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5 Responses to “Hey, Mr.!”

  1. Exiled

    T.B. Sheets

    Now listen Julie baby,
    It ain’t natural for you to cry in the midnight,
    It ain’t natural for you to cry
    Way in the midnight through,
    Until the wee small hours
    Long ‘fore the break of dawn, oh Lord.

    Now Julie there ain’t nothin’ on my mind
    More further away than what you’re lookin’ for,
    I see the way they jump at me
    Lord, from behind the door, and look into my eyes,
    Your little star stuck innuendows,
    Inadequacies, foreign bodies.

    And the sunlight shining through the crack in the window pane
    Numbs my brain
    And the sunlight shining through the crack in the window pane
    Numbs my brain, oh, Lord.

    So open up the window and let me breathe,
    I said, open up the window and let me breathe
    I’m looking down to the street below
    Lord, I cried for you, Oh, Lord.

    The cool room, Lord, is a fool’s room,
    The cool room, Lord, is a fool’s room,
    And I can almost smell your T.B. sheets
    And I can almost smell your T.B. sheets, on your sick bed.

    I gotta go, l gotta,
    And you said, please stay.
    I want, I want a drink of water,
    I want a drink of water,
    I went to the kitchen to get me a drink of water,

    I gotta go baby.
    I send, I send, I send somebody around her later,
    You know we got John comin’ around
    Later with a bottle of wine for you, babe.

    The cool room Lord, is a fool’s room
    The cool room Lord, is a fool’s room
    And I can almost smell your T.B. sheets
    I can almost smell your T.B. sheets
    I gotta go.

    Send ’round, send one that grumbles later on,
    Will see what I can pick up for ya,
    I got a few things gotta do,
    Don’t worry about it,
    Don’t worry about it, don’t worry, up up go go go
    I gotta go,
    Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go, gotta go,
    And all right, all right,

    I turned on the radio, if you wanna hear a few tunes,
    I’ll turn the radio on for you

  2. οι σκιές μιλάν

    Fill it and keep it coming
    I’m in thaaaat mood tonight
    Oh don’t ask what’s wrong, Mister
    that’s a fool’s question – you know
    So just fill my glass
    ‘n’ let me find some peace of mind
    ’cause I need to stay a while alone
    unless you are the one who’s gone
    Oh no you are not, buddy.

  3. chumba

    Όμορφο, πολύ όμορφο.

  4. Exiled

    Η εν λόγω δημοσίευση έγινε για χάρη του τραγουδιού και μόνο. Όσο για τους στίχοι, όπως και σε άλλα ποστ, τους βρίσκω από ιστοσελίδες μόνο για στίχους. Για την αξιοπστία αυτών των ιστοσελίδων, έχω κάποιες αμφιβολίες.
    Κατά τα λοιπά:
    @ chumba (wamba?): Vielen Dank!
    @ σκιές: Ωραίος!

  5. chumba

    Ω ναι, …Wamba

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