paroles de chanson Avant Gardener - Courtney Barnett
I
sleep
in
late
Another
day
Oh
what
a
wonder
Oh
what
a
waste
It′s
a
monday
It's
so
mundane
What
exciting
things
Will
happen
today?
The
yard
is
full
of
hard
rubbish
it′s
a
mess
and
I
guess
the
neighbours
must
think
we
run
a
meth
lab
We
should
ammend
that
I
pull
the
sheets
back
It's
40
degrees
And
i
feel
like
i'm
dying.
Life′s
getting
hard
in
here
So
i
do
some
gardening
Anything
to
take
my
mind
away
from
where
it′s
sposed
to
be.
The
nice
lady
next
door
talks
of
green
beds
And
all
the
nice
things
that
she
wants
to
plant
in
them
I
wanna
grow
tomatoes
on
the
front
steps.
Sunflowers,
bean
sprouts,
sweet
corn
and
radishes.
I
feel
pro-active
I
pull
out
weeds
All
of
a
sudden
I'm
having
trouble
breathing
in.
My
hands
are
shaky
My
knees
are
weak
I
can′t
seem
to
stand
On
my
own
two
feet
I'm
breathing
but
i′m
wheezing
Feel
like
i'm
emphysem-in′
My
throat
feels
like
a
funnel
Filled
with
weetabix
and
kerosene
and
Oh
no,
next
thing
i
know
They
call
up
triple
o
I'd
rather
die
than
owe
the
hospital
Till
I
get
old
I
get
adrenalin
Straight
to
the
heart
I
feel
like
Uma
Thurman
Post-overdosing
kick
start
Reminds
me
of
the
time
When
i
was
really
sick
and
i
Had
too
much
psuedoefedryn
and
i
Couldn't
sleep
at
night
Halfway
down
high
street,
andy
looks
ambivalent
He′s
probably
wondering
what
i′m
doing
getting
in
an
ambulance
The
paramedic
thinks
i'm
clever
cos
i
play
guitar
I
think
she′s
clever
cos
she
stops
people
dying
Anaphylactic
and
super
hypocondriactic
Should've
stayed
in
bed
today
I
much
prefer
the
mundane.
I
take
a
hit
from
An
asthma
puffer
I
do
it
wrong
I
was
never
good
at
smoking
bongs.
I′m
not
that
good
at
breathing
in.
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