O Frank Black tinha uns gostos algo peculiares:
"Holiday Song":
He took his sister from his head
And then painted her on the sheets
And then rolled her up in grass and trees
And they kissed 'till they were dead
"Nimrod's Son":
My sister held me close and whispered to my bleeding head
"You are the son of a mother fucker"
(...)
My image spoke to me, yes to me and often said
"You are the son of incestuous union"
"Broken face":
There was this boy who had two
Children with his sisters
They were his daughters
They were his favourite lovers
"Vamos":
Estaba pensando sobreviviendo con mi sister en New Jersey,
Ella me dijo que es una vida buena alla,
Bien rica bien chevere, Y voy! Puneta!
We'll keep well bred,
We'll stay well fed,
We'll have our sons,
They will be all well hung.
O rapaz não andava bem, não...
"Holiday Song":
He took his sister from his head
And then painted her on the sheets
And then rolled her up in grass and trees
And they kissed 'till they were dead
"Nimrod's Son":
My sister held me close and whispered to my bleeding head
"You are the son of a mother fucker"
(...)
My image spoke to me, yes to me and often said
"You are the son of incestuous union"
"Broken face":
There was this boy who had two
Children with his sisters
They were his daughters
They were his favourite lovers
"Vamos":
Estaba pensando sobreviviendo con mi sister en New Jersey,
Ella me dijo que es una vida buena alla,
Bien rica bien chevere, Y voy! Puneta!
We'll keep well bred,
We'll stay well fed,
We'll have our sons,
They will be all well hung.
O rapaz não andava bem, não...
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