Trout Mask Replica
1969
1969
Melodiile
se deruleaza
automat
se deruleaza
automat
Captain Beefheart
-
Safe as Milk
1967 -
Strictly Personal
1968 -
Trout Mask Replica
1969 -
Lick My Decals Off, Baby
1970 -
Mirror Man
1971 -
The Spotlight Kid
1972 -
Clear Spot
1972 -
Unconditionally Guaranteed
1974 -
Bluejeans ＆ Moonbeams
1974 -
Bat Chain Puller
1976 -
Shiny Beast
1978 -
Doc at the Radar Station
1980 -
Ice Cream for Crow
1982
Captain Beefheart & His Magical Band - Pena / 1969
| Adaugat de carmen1 | 20.01.2013 |  Adauga
la favorite |
1.413 vizualizari Nota film: 4 / 5 (1 vot ) |
|||||||||
Sterge
din favoriteCaptain Beefheart & His Magical Band - Pena
Versuri/text:
Her litle head clinking
Like a barrel of red velvet balls
Full past noise
Treats filled her eyes
Turning them yellow like enamel coated tacks
Soft like butter hard not to pour
Out enjoying the sun while sitting on a turned on waffle iron
Smoke billowing up from between her legs
Made me vomit beautifully
And crush a chandelier
Fall on my stomach 'n view her
From a thousand happened facets
Liquid red salt ran over crystals
I later band-aided the area
Sighed
Oh well it was worth it
Pena pleased but sore from sitting
Choose to stub her toe
'n view the white pulps horribly large in their red pockets
"I'm tired of playing baby," she explained
'n out of uh blue felt box let escape
One yellow butterfly the same size
Its dropping were tiny green phosphorous worms
That moved in tuck 'n rolls that clacked
'n whispered in their confinement
Three little burnt scotch taped windows
Several yards away
Mouths open to tongues that vibrated
'n lost saliva
Pena exclaimed, "That's the raspberries."
Versuri/text:
Her litle head clinking
Like a barrel of red velvet balls
Full past noise
Treats filled her eyes
Turning them yellow like enamel coated tacks
Soft like butter hard not to pour
Out enjoying the sun while sitting on a turned on waffle iron
Smoke billowing up from between her legs
Made me vomit beautifully
And crush a chandelier
Fall on my stomach 'n view her
From a thousand happened facets
Liquid red salt ran over crystals
I later band-aided the area
Sighed
Oh well it was worth it
Pena pleased but sore from sitting
Choose to stub her toe
'n view the white pulps horribly large in their red pockets
"I'm tired of playing baby," she explained
'n out of uh blue felt box let escape
One yellow butterfly the same size
Its dropping were tiny green phosphorous worms
That moved in tuck 'n rolls that clacked
'n whispered in their confinement
Three little burnt scotch taped windows
Several yards away
Mouths open to tongues that vibrated
'n lost saliva
Pena exclaimed, "That's the raspberries."
Favorite
Semnaleaza o problema
Afiseaza playlist (total video: 0)
Prin utilizarea serviciilor noastre, iti exprimi acordul cu privire la faptul ca folosim module cookie in vederea analizarii traficului si a furnizarii de publicitate.