Текст песни: The Auteurs - UNDERGROUND MOVIES








We first met it was raining
In a house with bay windows
And all the fitting and fixtures
And a catalogue of injury

SheзЈ— got a credo in underground movies
Her father is a lawyer
Who paid for the fitting and fixtures
And a house with bay windows

And IзЈЋ calling from a Baltimore Hotel
DonзЈ? let it ring again
Your movies are your own
YouзЈ–e on a limb again
calling from a Baltimore hotel
DonзЈ? let it ring again
Your movies are your own
DonзЈ? let him in again

Four weeks later in April
I took her to the doctors
Said "IзЈ›e no prescription"
For compromised solution

And IзЈЋ calling from a Baltimore Hotel
DonзЈ? let it ring again
Your movies are your own
YouзЈ–e on a limb again
calling from a Baltimore hotel
DonзЈ? let it ring again
Your movies are your own
DonзЈ? let him in again

Ten years
Caught in a trap by my own cunning
Thought I was smart
Thought I was dying
For years
I lived in a flat without water running
Thought it was smart
Thought it was funny

I`m writing in memoirs
The underground press remain faithful
Ghost writing her memoirs
Maybe weзЈЌl get it on cable

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We first met it was raining
In a house with bay windows
And all the fitting and fixtures
And a catalogue of injury

SheзЈ— got a credo in underground movies
Her father is a lawyer
Who paid for the fitting and fixtures
And a house with bay windows

And IзЈЋ calling from a Baltimore Hotel
DonзЈ? let it ring again
Your movies are your own
YouзЈ–e on a limb again
calling from a Baltimore hotel
DonзЈ? let it ring again
Your movies are your own
DonзЈ? let him in again

Four weeks later in April
I took her to the doctors
Said "IзЈ›e no prescription"
For compromised solution

And IзЈЋ calling from a Baltimore Hotel
DonзЈ? let it ring again
Your movies are your own
YouзЈ–e on a limb again
calling from a Baltimore hotel
DonзЈ? let it ring again
Your movies are your own
DonзЈ? let him in again

Ten years
Caught in a trap by my own cunning
Thought I was smart
Thought I was dying
For years
I lived in a flat without water running
Thought it was smart
Thought it was funny

I`m writing in memoirs
The underground press remain faithful
Ghost writing her memoirs
Maybe weзЈЌl get it on cable

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