Текст песни True Dreams of Wichita (Live) - Mike Doughty

Signal got lost to the satellite
Got lost in the ride up to the plunge down
Man sends the ray of the electric light
Sends the impulse through the air down to home
And you can stand on the arms of the Williamsburg Bridge
Crying, "Hey man, well this is Babylon"
And you can fly right on a bus
To the outside world down to Louisiana
You can take her with you

I've seen the rains of the real world sling forward on the plain
I've seen the Kansas of your sweet little myth
You've never seen it, no
I'm half sick on the drinks you mixed
Through your

True dreams
Of Wichita
True dreams
Of Wichita

Brooklyn like a sea in the asphalt stalks
Push out dead air from a parking garage
Where you stand with the keys and your cool hat of silence
Where you grip her love like a driver's license

I've seen you fire up the gas in the engine valves
I've seen your hand turn saintly on the radio dial
I've seen the airwaves
Pull your eyes towards heaven
Outside Topeka in the phone lines
Her good teeth smile was winding down

Engine sputters ghosts out of gasoline fumes
They say you had it, but you sold it
You didn't want it, no
I'm half drunk on babble you transmit
Through your

True dreams
Of Wichita
True dreams
Of Wichita

Punch it
I got, uh, fed
I got, uh, too much things on bounce, uh, my head
I gotta burn 'em up
I gotta burn 'em up now
I got to go uptown, uptown
I got a thing
I got a little bit pushed
Gotta stand on the corner and bellow for mush
I gotta bomb
I gotta baby bomb, bomb
Gotta stand on the corner and bellow for my friend Franz
I gotta thing, I gotta thing it
I gotta thing-team
I gotta run my side

True dreams
True dreams
True dreams
Of Wichita

True dreams
True dreams
True dreams
Of Wichita
Thank you very much