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Kishore Kumar Hits — The Suitcase Junket - Old Machine текст песни

Исполнитель: The Suitcase Junket

альбом: Mean Dog, Trampoline

I made some moonshine
So I could put it in a song and not feel the frost,
But I still don't have a song about knowing God
Or God knowing me.
I made moonshine,
And it's just as clear and cold as a mountain stream
And it tastes like a solvent that could clean
This old machine.
Woah, moonshine,
Can you tune up the inner workings of my heart?
Yeah, and you burn off the tar and loosen up the parts.
It oughta move.
I made moonshine
Because this old machine is slipping out of time.
Yeah, the syncopated pedal of my mind
Lost its line,
So I made moonshine.
Now I'm a fire-breathing heathen in the night.
I'm all tangled in the tail of a runaway kite.
Oh, where am I?
Woah, moonshine,
Can you tune up the inner workings of the years?
Can you burn up the dust, loosen up the gears
Of my heart?

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