Текст песни No More Shoes - Stephen Malkmus & The Jicks
Came
from
the
top
of
the
deck
Warm
and
direct
No
more
shoes
No
more
news
No
more
blues
Iranian
gown
on
your
frame
Born
to
the
game
No
more
shoes
No
more
news
No
more
blues--getcha
back!
All
my
stray
thoughts
They
are
unarranged
All
my
stray
thoughts
They
are
impure
Give
me
sidearm
compliments
Give
an
autopsy
of
the
event
Such
uneven
principles
Time
and
time
and
time
again
Spare
me
your
contrarian
thaw
Beautiful
nerves,
send
you
wild
Lost
in
a
pile
Of
old
shoes
Of
old
news
Of
old
blues
A
gallery
of
vivid
dreams
Torn
and
extreme
No
more
shoes
No
more
news
No
more
shoes
No
more
blues
No
more,
no
more,
no
more,
no
more
No
more
more
more
more
blues
I
was
made
for
lovin'
you,
baby
I
want
my
alka-seltzer!
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