Marillion - Interior Lulu | Текст песни

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• Interior Lulu

As you lie there on your bed
Beneath the face of Louise Brooks
With your makeup and your teddy bear
And your C.S. Lewis books...
Bad seed...
You're a bad seed...
You're a decadent in chrysalis,
Waiting sleepily to emerge.
When you'll visit every seedy need
Of your random obsessive urge.

All the ruses that you use,
All the food that you refuse,
All the dust and tired air that feeds Interior Lulus...
All the poisoned attitudes
And the lust for the unknown
And the second best that devils use
To make this world their own
Interior Lulu...
Interior Lulu...
Interior Lulu...

Use the anger,
Paint a picture of it,
Throw the colours,
Use the pain, use the pain...

Scream back a brand new emotion,
As it runs across the skin,
Fire across paper
Burn and curl, burn and curl...

You thought you couldn't feel like this,
But it's happening again and you're waking up in pain,
Tattooed in that private place,
Microsoft and tears,
Intimately pierced.

"If you can carry it out you can take it away
If you can carry it out you can take it away
If you can buy it, it can be bought
If you can buy it, it can be stolen
If you can break it
It's already broken"

Lately, I can stand to hear other people talking...
So many empty conversations,
What a waste of lips.

Lately I can stand to stand on Primrose Hill,
Look down upon the city,
A heart pumping the roads.

In our racing stripes,
We rejoice at being "connected" ,
Without touching,
Thank god for the internet.

We stare at our screens,
All our lives
What a waste of eyes,
'Till the electrical storm blows our fuses
And we gaze, dumbfounded, at the rain...