Beardfish - Sleeping in Traffic | Текст песни

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• Beardfish
• Sleeping in Traffic

I. Asleep?
Waking up in panic
A room not hot or cold
Afraid to fall asleep again
My other side will unfold

I am on the edge of sanity
Far out in a hazy, troubled dream

I've scored the morning
A crimson red thought
Someone is struggling
With the battles I've fought

Sleeping in the traffic
Red lights turn to green
Blinding painted white lines
Moving in between

I am on the edge of sanity
Far out in a hazy, troubled dream

Time and time over
It's always the same
Reckon you know me
Are you playing my game?

Me is my own worst enemy…
Me is my own worst enemy…

II. Falling
In a room of frantic fools
Waiting for a juicy blues
I present my guitar song
Scratching strings with tones too long
They see me with tired eyes
Hidden coughs: “he’s full of lies”
Cigarette smoke and black tar stains
Darkness feasts on my remains…

Please save me…

Out of darkness into light
Still, there's no salvation inside
Seven wishes, what’s the first?
Seven wishes quench your blood thirst
Killing has no consequence
In a world that makes no sense
Blow the brain that brought this up
Blow the brain that thought this up

Please save me…

(guitar solo: Rikard Sjöblom)

III. Invitation to Love
Lady in the doorway
With a face that's so kind
Caressing smells
Twisting my mind
Magical evening
And she's got the glow
And though she's got it all
She's giving it away...

(guitar solo: Rikard Sjöblom)

Her eyes begin to glow
In the semi-dark room
I move close and close my eyes
And welcome her lips to mine
She takes off her clothes
Lets them slide down her hips
Her body is glowing
And she's giving it away…

In the bed I lie awake
There's one road for me to take
I must leave while there's still time
To find out this truth of mine

IV. In the Presence of Seagulls
(guitar solo: Rikard Sjöblom)

Sleep...I'm only sleeping
Notice that my eyes are open
Run...what am I running from?
The demons, they can't catch me while I'm travelling
Dark...dark, dark, darkness
Fills me up and set me free
Sea...I smell ocean air
Sleeping in the presence of seagulls

V. Captain Flurry
(guitar solo: David Zackrisson)

In the misty morning fog the dock lies clear
Salty smell of coral reefs appears this time of year
From the depths of Mother Earth he comes again
It's Captain Flurry and his henchmen

In spite of his old crooked back and generous age
The beard, the pipe, his rusty sword
He's a kleptomaniac sage man
He knows the difference to what we call right or wrong
And the henchmen sing in their old song

“Har, har, we have sailed far
From Norway to Peru
Whatever Captain Flurry says
You must believe, it’s true”

He says that: “well, the snow covers the igloos”
He tells me: “it's hot and dry in the Sahara desert, hahaha”
The kings and queens has got it in for us
And I just missed the bus

I'm running away now, away from pirates and seagulls and the dock of the bay
Reaching sweet perfumed city streets, scented by gasoline and neon lights in sweet cooperation
A guy yells: “hey!”, but I can't stop, 'cause the rhythm has got me by the balls, so to say
I'm sneaking into the backstreets and some sleazy '70s disco club

VI. Funky Club in the Backstreet with the Punk and the Glazed Eyed Lover
The ceiling is a sky of bright, shining disco lights
There's Bee Gees on the gramophone, they’re singing “ha ha ha ha staying alive”
Oh please, make me, take me through the night
But the laughter from her is an ocean of sleep to my restless soul
Tension leaves by her embrace, and her breasts they are not cold, they're not cold
They're not cold at all

In reflection of some slim shade goggles
I decide to ease

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