10. 14. 99 1 — текст песни (Elliott Smith)

The big problem is the main attraction

Dominoes are falling in a chain reaction

The scraping subject ruled by fear told me

"whiskey lifes better than beer"



The judge is on vinyl, decisions are final

And nobody gets a reprieve

And everyway this title if you hang around

Youre going to get well



I cant prepare for death any more than I already have



All you can do now is watch the shelves

The game looks easy thats why it sells

Frustrated fireworks inside your head

Are going to stand and deliver talk instead



The method acting that pays my bills

Keeps the fat man pheening in beverly hills

I got a heavy metal mouth in hilltop city

And I get my check from the trash treasury

Cos I took my own insides out



It dont matter cos I had no sex life

All I want to do now is eject my ex wife

Ive seen the movie and I know what happens



Its a christmas time

And the needles on the tree

A skinny santa is bringing something to me

His voice is overwhelming, but his speech is slurred

And I only understand every other word



"open your parachute and grab your gun

Falling down like an omen, my setting sun

Read the part and we turn out fine

Its a hell of a role if you can bring it alive"



But I dont care if I fuck up

Im going on a date with a rich white lady

Aint life great?

Give me one good reason not to do it



This is a place where time reverses

Dead men talk to all the pretty nurses

Instruments shine on a silver train



Dont let me be carried away

Dont let me be carried away

Dont let me be carried away