Joseph Arthur — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson I Miss the Zoo
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Paroles
I miss the drunk, I miss the fiend
I miss the simplicity of addiction and the scene
I miss wandering aimlessly in half dead sewers
With rats for eyes chewing on forgiveness and the will to apologize
I miss the return of no return as I burn in avalanche of white snow and yellow
cocaine
I miss talking to brick walls while following the grain
And human dolls as I plagiarize myself like a dummy
Stuffed with counterfeit money for Cairo and black honey
I miss illusions begging to be chased
Even as they disappear into me erased
Until there is no one or nothing but the chase
And a powdery ghost with no face or faith
And the woman of my dream disappearing without grace
I Miss The Zoo
I Miss The Zoo
I Miss The Zoo
I miss evolving into a cloud of blue marijuana
Blown from the lips of hookers and pimps
As they smack each other down in alleys for the dammed but mighty
With no one but the weak around and the beautiful unsightly
I miss numb Neanderthals marching in rows of living dead
From my wisdom teeth to Spain and back again in my head
I miss salvation in syringes and angels of mercy
In blooms of smoke numbing rain which drinks when thirsty
I miss glasses full of spirits who without tongues speak to me of napoleons
wild nights
I miss staying up for days and becoming a psychic pretzel flying kites
Chewed on by a Zulu heading with toads to mars
A mysterious prison and one without bars
I Miss The Zoo
I Miss The Zoo
I Miss The Zoo
I miss waking in the arms of strangers like puppies
Just born in the pound to a dead mother with eyes sealed shut
Looking for a tit to suck and other dangers
When only the night before laughter was the only pursuit
Even as knives carved up our backs and demons sat like Buddhas eating fruit
Meditating on hate forever in our minds
I miss exposing my bones and the need that rewinds
Even my burning home, even my gutted inner child
Even my dead grandfather beneath the ground that’s wild
Even my criminal family, even my weedwacker thoughts
Whipping a thin plastic string to cut the ears of others as I sing
I miss Van Gogh’s revenge, I miss his nightly binge
I miss spiders surrounding my bed and lifting me as if an effigy
Or a Dead King or a prophet of doom
A Jesus for the apocalypse wearing dirt like perfume
Or a mother for Satan or a ghost for all the children of abuse
And taking me into the fire watching me burn like a goose
As they sing in spider voices
There goes creation, there goes the moon
There goes the butterfly wanting a cocoon
I miss being a bloom and a goon
(?) Too soon, in the afternoon
A doctor of regret
Hanging onto guitar strings in tune
And hanging by a belt wrapped around some pipe to nowhere and felt
My lips too wrapped around what appears to be stained glass
As religious figures dress like rocks with class
Burn into gas to the center of my brain
The euphoria of dying and being born all at once
While wearing the hat that reads 'dunce'
I Miss The Zoo
I Miss The Zoo
I Miss The Zoo
Traduction des paroles
Même mon grand père mort sous terre c'est sauvage
Même ma famille criminelle, même mes pensées weedwacker
Fouetter une fine ficelle en plastique pour couper les oreilles des autres pendant que je chante
La vengeance de Van Gogh me manque, sa frénésie nocturne me manque
Les araignées qui entourent mon lit me manquent et me soulèvent comme une effigie
Ou un roi Mort ou un prophète de malheur
Un Jésus pour l'apocalypse portant un parfum de saleté
Ou une mère pour Satan ou un fantôme pour tous les enfants de la violence
Et me prendre dans le feu me regarder brûler comme une oie
Comme ils chantent dans les voix d'Araignée
Il y va de la création, il y va de la lune
Voilà le papillon qui veut un cocon
Je manque d'être un bloom et un goon
(?) Trop tôt, dans l'après-midi
Un docteur de regret
Accroché sur les cordes de guitare en accord
Et suspendu par une ceinture enroulé autour d'un tuyau à nulle part et feutre
Mes lèvres aussi enroulées autour de ce qui semble être des vitraux
Comme les figures religieuses s'habillent comme des rochers avec classe
Brûler en gaz au centre de mon cerveau
L'euphorie de mourir et d'être né tout à la fois
Tout en portant le chapeau qui lit "dunce"
Le Zoo Me Manque
Le Zoo Me Manque
Le Zoo Me Manque