Текст песни Sunken Waltz - Calexico
Washed
my
face
in
the
rivers
of
empire,
Made
my
bed
from
a
cardboard
crate,
Down
in
the
City
of
Quartz.
No
news,
no
new
regrets.
Tossed
a
Susan
B.
over
my
shoulder,
And
prayed
it
would
rain
and
rain,
Submerge
the
whole
western
states.
Call
it
a
last
fair
deal
With
American
zeal
And
corporate
handshake.
Take
the
story
of
Carpenter
Mike,
Who
dropped
his
tools
and
his
keys
and
left
And
headed
out
as
far
as
he
could,
Past
the
cities
and
gated
neighborhoods.
And
he
slept
neath
the
stars,
Wrote
down
what
he
dreamt,
And
he
built
a
machine
For
no
one
to
see.
Then
took
flight,
at
first
light
Of
new
morning.
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