Текст Little Comets – Little Italy (Acoustic)

Left wing, savoir faire
Ageing flicks of my thin brown hair
Like an elegy, soaking me,
Drenched in the language of social mobility,

Life don’t animate —
Just creeps up on you slowly.
Surely, holy water
Flows as normal water does?
Life don’t animate —
Just creeps up on you slowly.
In Little Italy, I re-adhere.

Sojourn in my guilt,
Wrestle words as the apostrophes wilt,
Let the elegiac question why
Accidents happen or the well will dry.
So come, kill me quick,
Tie me down
To an anodyne drip,
To the will of god,
And the people with sticks;
For filled with the shrill
They show much better that

Life don’t animate —
Just creeps up on you slowly.