Alkaline Trio - My little needle

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I ll come down to get you high
Or maybe sing you a lullabye
Sing you to sleep - a sleep you ll never wake from
Sing you to coma so to speak

When I fall down I ll fall apart
Trade in my bike for a shopping cart
and beg change from a world that needs some
like I need someone
So where are you my little needle?
The stack s been burned away but I m so inebriated that I cannot see
three feet in front of me
Between the moon and you, lunacy is setting in

Lately I ve been feeling dead inside
Like my guts have dried up and died
But every night I water them back to life
yeah every night I water them back to life

When I fall down I ll fall apart
Trade in my bike for a shopping cart
and beg change from a world that needs some
I m tired of sleeping alone
So where are you my little needle?
The stack s been burned away but I m so inebriated that I cannot see
three feet in front of me
Between the moon and you, lunacy is setting in

Inne utwory

  • 5-3-10-4
  • She took him to the lake
  • Blue in the face
  • I lied my face off
  • Take lots with alcohol
  • As you were
  • Sleepyhead
  • Radio
  • Crawl
  • Your neck
  • Bye bye love
  • This could be love
  • If we never go inside
  • Burn

    • Losowe utwory

    Choć był jednym z nas

    Słoneczny był dzień,
    Zupełnie jak dziś.
    Na drogach zwyczajnych ludzi tłum.
    I ten sam banalny szum.
    Ten sam niski Pan, znów sprzedał mi chleb.
    Jak zwykle spóźniłam wtedy się.
    Nic nie wskazywało, że...

    Tak zwyczajny dzień,
    Przyniesie tak niezwyczajną śmierć.
    Zatrzyma tak młody jeszcze czas.
    Choć był jednym z nas.....

    Walk on by

    If you see me walking down the street
    And I start to cry each time we meet
    Walk on by, walk on by

    Make believe that you don t see the tears
    Let me grieve in private cause each time I see you
    I break down and cry, walk on by

    I just can t...

    This is how a heart breaks

    Don’t you wanna go for a ride
    Just keep your hands inside
    And make the most out of life
    Now don’t you take it for granted
    Life is like a mean machine
    It made a mess out of me
    It left me caught between...

    Wiosna

    Poeta rozmawia ze smutnym szatanem –
    Współcześnie, więc szatan mówi ‘Przerąbane’.
    Bo recesja mój drogi dotknęła nawet piekło,
    Widły musiałem zastawić, wiele smoły wyciekło.
    I wzdycha ten szatan, lecz nie wiklina Bogu.
    „Nie jego wina, że dziś się nie boją rogów”.
    Ceny siarki wzrosły, kiedyś kupowałem tiry,
    Mlekopyta jest niemodna,...

    The great divide

    Whatever happened to yours truly?
    Now I m so spun, so high strung
    That I can t even sleep
    I just lie in be awake
    Grinding down my teeth
    Get back up to go back out
    And walk the same old streets
    Always...