Текст песни Squirrel Song (Shellac) с переводом

This is a sad fucking song

We’ll be lucky if I don’t bust out crying

How does it feel?

Your night light, your curling iron

Lit up by the sweat of others

For many’s the day

But not from November to May

The floor is littered

With woodchips and apple cores

And hulls of acorns

There is a chattering sound

Because they were squirrels; real squirrels

(And there were thousands)

This isn’t some kind of metaphor

Goddamn, this is real

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