Текст песни Captive of the Sun (Parquet Courts (feat. Bun B)) с переводом

My misophonia brought the faders up

Now she’s a military grade

In Dolby Surround, around 5.1

Cue the barking from the baritone

Conductor in the pit for the car honk duet

Half-tone harmony from the sewer

Rebel youth choir belt phrases even newer

Dump truck man drops the beat with trash cans

Call 911! We got therapy demands

Philharmonic got a first chair car crash

Pan the falsetto to smash the glass

It’s a drive-by lullaby that couldn’t get worse

A melody abandoned in the key of New York

Where nothing comes after

I’m a passtime streamer

Hanging from the rafters

I don’t get out

I don’t have fun

Living like a captive of the sun

Sight read the chart

Clap the rocks into sand

A 12-pass van on a pot-hole band stand

Got an oil can hangover by default

And trucks pave the roads with amphetamine salt

Skull shaking cadence of the J train rolls

The rhythm of defeat, repeating like a pulse

Marching on and static, lyrics shout a retort

To the melody abandoned in the key of New York

Where nothing comes after

I’m a passtime streamer

Hanging from the rafters

I don’t get out

I don’t have fun

Living like a captive of the sun

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