Lost Reception - Spectral Lust [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Spectral Lust by Lost Reception

[Verse]

I walked to the street
Directed by the blue ink
Written on the letter

The ringer of the phone is
Somewhat less than unknown
Something has upset her

Then the
Days went by and I
Found her on the roadside
Dead arm caught in the stream

I can't
Bring that body back
But at least I think I can
Break some deserving teeth
Cause it's hard to let her go

[Break]

We need a show of hands
So came the angry hit man
Got my head kicked in

I look a right mess but at
Least I've got the address
I met the Pin

He didn't break my knees so I
Guess I've got a job he's
Tested my resolve

The trick was to
Steal his brick
Cut it back and poison it

My girl took the fall


[Chorus]

Yeah it's hard to let her go

And still I
See the bag I pulled over her bones

It fills
The gutter in the tunnel by the road

She haunts
The corners of my mind a private ghost

I want
The one who put the gun up to her throat

Emily

You put out your hand
Under the fan
A spectral lust

Emily

Why were you scared
Who drove you there
Who did you trust

[Break]


[Verse]

Soon there would lie a new
Body with some dead eyes
Mere feet from the first

Our shoes got wet as
Dode he took the bullet
Tug finally burst

Now it's a war and
Not what I would hope for
The Pin and Tug holding fast

But me, I just need some peace
Get the fools to set a meet
Tip the bulls in advance

And just watch the evening go

[Break]

But the deal went south
Gunshots rang through the house
Another brick is gone

I ran through the fight and
Burst out into the night
Sirens singing on

I don't trust the hand of
One miss Laura Dannen
She knew my girl was in too deep

It was her all along I'm sure
Stole the brick inside her purse
Fondly slaughtering sheep

[Chorus]

Took my girl and let her go

And still I
See the bag I pulled over her bones

It fills
The gutter in the tunnel by the road

She haunts
The corners of my mind a private ghost

I want
The one who put the gun up to her throat

Emily

You put out your hand
Under the fan
A spectral lust

Emily

Why were you scared
Who drove you there
Who did you trust