Luyện nghe bài hát Carl Solomon Blues

"Backwash districts from Ra's bright hips
Reduced to silkscreen job new car ego trips
And just endless combinations of the same old shit
Sloshing and forth across some continents"

All that talking it ain't got no use when it's just mal-digestion that's been you
Along with opinions from your ulcer moods
You're just a litany of horrors like the news but

Off somewhere in a New York flat, benzedrine derailed rants of frenetic praise
That cauterize before they

All the truth now in how you're lying
Shoulder bladed nightmare rug pulled from your
All the truth now in how you're there in
Angelheaded elsewhere so markedly

Slapped like a has by syntactic gods
whom the help you find your glasses but not your lower jaw
And you don't want to look surprised but in constant AHHH!
Ain't no fig leaf big enough to hide your flaws now

Teeming of alphabetic shame that spit out
Infinitely indolent verbs across your
Who dig their cloddish claws instantly into some legs
if once your manuscript just limped now it's become lame but

Off somewhere in New York flat, don't deal with things like that, just
immeasurable frenetic praise that as it saves

All the truth now in how lying there
bladed nightmare rug pulled from your feet
All the truth now in how lying there in
angelheaded elsewhere so meek

All the now in how you're lying there
shoulder nightmare rug pulled from your feet
All the truth now in how lying there in
elsewhere for the past six weeks