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Captain Beefheart - Man With The Woman Head Şarkı Sözleri
polynesian wallpaper made the face stand out, a mixture of oriental and early vaudeville jazz poofter, forming a hard, beetle-like triangular chin much like a praying mantis. smoky razor-cut, low on the ear neck profile. the face the color of a nicotine-stained hand. dark circles collected under the wrinkled, folded eyes, map-like from too much turquoise eyepaint. he showed his old tongue through ill-fitting wooden teeth, stained from too much opium, chipped from the years. the feet, brown wrinkles above straw loafers. a piece of cocoanut in a pink seashell caught the tongue and knotted into thin white strings. charcoal grey eisenhower jacket zipped and tucked into a lotus green ascot. a coil of ashes collected on the white-on-yellow dacs. four slender bones with rings and nails endured the weight of a hard fast black rubber cigarette holder. i could just make out ace as he carried the tray and mouthed, "you cheap son of a bitch" as a straw fell out of a coke, cartwheeled into the gutter. so this was a drive-in restaurant in hollywood, so this was a drive-in restaurant in hollywood, so this was a drive-in restaurant in hollywood. |
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