Текст песни Jerry Starheaven - Рок-н-Ролл Немертв

Jerry Starheven
Rock and Roll Sound

I.
How strange that there is someone alive in this abandoned room!
Here, dumps and zyabko, a drop of dead water shine on the walls
Trummering scene, and because of the Kulis pulls close misfortune;
Through the roof of the fluster shining spotlight fading moon.

R.
Here (and, so), I rehearse the blues of OBLA, so that after they are released into the world;
You can hear how to fly away they fly away.
The wing of the bat of scooping instant, they fill the ether,
With its nervous rhythm pierce the motive of silence.

II.
My rock and roll smells like a heavy foliage and wet earth.
His taste is the taste of bloody dew and wines with arsenic.
His look - improber, his time - the midnight sometimes.
His place is everywhere where there is a place behind the left shoulder.
III
Dance sticks on yellowed skin
Slept drummer - their dance is a dumb director.
Smile on a white face on grin so similar
And the ribs of Marimbo leads a dispute with drums.
IV
Zombie bass player breaks up on Slepe
He is forever in captivity of Pentatonik and hard syncop
He once sold his soul for this chance
And he, together with the rhythm, do not care that its term has expired
V.
I shoot chords on the night and secuch her solo
Stars fall from the sky, tears a sail that crawled squall
And breaks down from the lips triumphant crying rock and roll
That killed was more than once, but always got out of the grave.
VI
Let playing the ghost guys flying Dutchman
Watches from the tops of broken mast holy ell
Let the swamp lights be marked, the faded dance
This blues leaves its earthen bed.

08.20.1999