Luyện nghe bài hát Carl Solomon Blues

"Backwash districts sprung Ra's bright hips
Reduced to silkscreen hand job new car ego
And it's endless combinations of the same old shit
back and forth across some continents"

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

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

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

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

Teeming pools of alphabetic that spit out
Infinitely verbs across your page
Who dig their cloddish instantly into some nouns legs
if once your manuscript just limped now it's quite lame but

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

All the truth now in how you're there
shoulder bladed nightmare rug pulled from your
All the truth now in how you're lying in
angelheaded elsewhere so meek

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