Текст песни Down and out in the Bold New City of the South (Astronautalis) с переводом

I’m calling out to all the famous clowns and bums

I’m sneakin' out, peakin' in your windows

Watchin' you kiss the screen

Loving them, like I hope they love me

I’m calling out to all the famous clowns and bums

I’m sneakin' out, peakin' inside your homes

Watchin' you, watch them split their seams

Loving them, like I hope they love me

I’m calling out to all the famous clowns and bums

I’m sneakin' out, peakin' in your windows

Watchin' you kiss the screen

Loving them, like I hope they love me

I’m calling out to all the famous clowns and bums

I’m sneakin' out, peakin' in your homes

Watchin' you, watch them split their seams

Loving them, like I hope they love me

It’s the return of the ghost, the raising of the dead

And the glowing approach shadows stick the foot of your bed

With windy notes, so fog the window with breath

I drag my footprints through your grass and all across your garden

I never know just what’s to be said

It’s so close to the wall, the cars’ll get hit

So spell it out in the fog in the window pane

Written backwards at your expense for everyone else’s gain

It’s hard tonight but it’s comin' in clear

You called 'em right? They’re comin' here

They got the couch and he’s got the chair

I got the flower beds, some sweaty palms, a couple dumb ideas

Brain, hearts and minds stuck in discovery fears

I’ve been alive in little bursts

It’s the little bits of life that hurt

The way to write’s been across the dirt

The sunspots seen behind your work

The ball of kindness is shipping the bird

Toss in smiling, call him first

It covers up the best and hurts the worst

The little freckles the sun will painted across your shoulder blades

The biggest hit to come across the space

The calling and the fall of all who wait

The fingerprints and window glass

The funny women, superstitious, afraid of cats

The dumbest feeling, the embarrassment that puts us on our ass

Looking back, then moving on

The stupid songs, the foolish ones

The wisest sighs, the brightest lies

The Broadway clip that turns the gate

Broke hold but don’t get close kids

Turns out it’s understood, it’s time to miss

I’m calling out to all the famous clowns and bums

I’m sneakin' out, peakin' in your windows

Watchin' you kiss the screen

Lovin' you, like I hope you love me

I’m calling out to all the famous clowns and bums

I’m sneakin' out, peakin' inside your homes

Watchin' you, watch them split their seams

Lovin' them, like I hope they love me

I’m calling out to all the famous clowns and bums

I’m sneakin' out, peakin' in your windows

I’m calling out to all the famous clowns and bums

I’m sneakin' out, peakin' in your windows

I’m calling out to all the famous clowns and bums

I’m sneakin' out, peakin' in your windows

Watchin' you, watch them split their seams

Lovin' them, like I hope they love me

The sun came in over on the building ridge

And 56 feet below, a Domincan jogs his path to death 'round paint stained block

While the chief turns on his radio and cracks his Steel Reserve

I wonder how many of last night’s lovers double parked

This city swallows men

He tells me tales of places that he ran, eventually ran from

Never to return again

It’s funny in luck and love

You can never remember the moment that you fell in

Or recall when you fell out of touch

The city’s hushed, keepin' it’s secrets

The sunshine is blinding, riding, hiding wrinkles and creases

Beautiful features chipped, cracked, crippled and weakened

Tragic pageant queen bleeds; soft focus keepin' her even

The city’s breathing, feel it coming awake

Every exhalation creates a gray across the skyscape

Like the sky’s a looking glass and in the fog, the dirty breath left

We can etch our dreams and wipe it clean before they see

It’s city’s rushing, picking up a bitter steam a bit

The Chief’s beat his shift till first sip

A malt liquor will bleed through lips

He flips a small piece of shit

Driver’s license for money clip

And showing off everything equipped

With a face like, «Look what I did…»

City’s up in arms, the Chief is ravin'

Sick of taxes, sick of working

Sick of waitin', sick and tired of what the city’s faced

Enlisting ladies chased from the bottom of his history’s basement

A tomb of her own, a room caked in cobwebs, odd and ends and vases

This city’s built a head of steam, the river shivers steadily

The poison boilin' up from beneath the lies and memories

I spent the last three months in shambles

Drunk on clouds and syphoned stars

I shook every palm left-handed

Dozing off inside the back of a bar

Woke in a party with streamers tossed inside my hair

My head’s been ringin' loud

A cigarette burns out inside my left hand

And dust the cane and bottled cacophony off of me, standing

And blow a kiss to my chair

Unlock the deadbolt baby, I’m comin' home

You’ll never see my face around here

You’ll never see my face around here

You’ll never see my face again

The patron saint will take his place singing me to sleep

Now I need strength now that all my rowdy friends have settled down

Fingertips and sandy pockets full of stolen beer

And all I can come up with the same news is bad news from this old town

It’s all I have, what a beautiful piece of rotten luck

You don’t have the right to pay for my kisses and backwater dreams

I’m sneakin' my hands across your shoulder blades

In hopes you fall into my arms and fall into the leaves then fall asleep

And while the city grinds its teeth

We’re dreaming while we race, hold me fast, to boot straps

The leaves are holding us to the earth

With your eyes shut tight, anyone can be king

We’re in projectors, steal concesssions, like the picture was blurred

We face the days that we can’t see, we run and we fall

We hate this place, but we can’t leave, so what do we call it?

Now it’s cornered by the cat’s calls that’s chewed through the walls

Have you ever met such a son of a bitch you hated to love?

Facing the sun centers away from a soft shoe, dreams of tap dance

Hangover a headache aversion to civility, turning to beach

Arm in arm over an old flame

Before the kids, the cats, the catch-22s and the cocaine

I know it’s slow, James, the strips malls are the same

With a fresh coat of paint and more fucking fast food chains

But it’s okay, my feet are still fine

The sun’s still burning, blurring lines between the sea and the sky

Leaving me blind to stagger from the scene to the street

The street to the streams that bleed to the east to feed the machine and leave

us in peace

Soon as they receive their load and sing a song of St. John’s

And sail alone around the rest of the globe

We sail alone through the night past your house

Stealing signs, laughing loud, driving dragons, passing out

Private pageants, collapsing clouds, it’s our version of laughing out

We’re down and out in the bold new city of the south

Calling out…