Paroles officielles de la chanson «Mother Greer» : Augie March

Paroles officielles de la chanson "Mother Greer"

Well versed I am in the taint of my birth
My diminishing roll in this sphere
But sometimes I require a communique
From the mother to make it clear
Well, England is pretty in the summer time
Boys are beautiful 'til the age of nine
And certainly women begin to pine
For usurping their laden fear
But after making love
We hear nothing, Mother Greer
But after making love
We hear nothing, Mother Greer
Tiptoe, tiptoe with me
Oh, no tiptoe of tiny feet make sound
Or tiny heartbeat pound in our ears
Waking up with the sweats and the terrors
Like some fifty five year old corporateer
Who after making love
He hears nothing, Mother Greer
Yes, after making love
We hear nothing, Mother Greer
Rise, rise, rise and tune your pianos
I hear the wind whistle through their teeth
You cheating sons from your deep
Your dreamless, endless, arse facing, walking, sleep
Well versed I am in the taint of my birth
My diminishing roll in this sphere
But sometimes I require a communique
From the mother to make it clear
Well, England is pretty in the summer time
Boys are beautiful 'til the age of nine
Certainly women begin to pine
For usurping their laden fear
But after making love
We hear nothing, Mother Greer
Yes, after making love
We hear nothing, Mother Greer
Oh, why are there so many of you over there
When you can't even get over here?
Yes, after making tracks we hear nothing, Mother Greer
And rise, rise, rise and tune your pianos
I hear the wind whistle through their teeth
You cheating sons of deceit
While I'm breaking melodies every time I breathe
Every time I breathe