Philip Glass - NYC: 73-78 [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

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I'm like the painter
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Who does abstract painting at home
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I'm like the painter
Who does abstract painting at home
But likes to go to the sidewalk
And do sketches of people in the street
People in the street
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People in the street
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People in the street
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I was living in a wasteland
Dominated by these maniacs
These complete creeps
I was almost killed a few times

German puppets burnt the Jews
Jewish puppets did not choose
Puppet vultures eat the dead
Puppet corpses they are fed
Puppet winds and puppet waves
Puppet sailors in their graves
Puppet flower
Puppet stem
Puppet time dismantles them

I was living in a wasteland
Dominated by these maniacs
I was almost killed a few times
There were six or seven cab drivers murdered a year
All around you
Except for the imminent violence all around you
All the violence around you
All around you
Except for the imminent violence
All around you
All around you
I was living in a wasteland
Imminent violence all around you
Except for the imminent
Dominated by these maniacs
Imminent violence all around you
I was almost killed a few times
The imminent violence all around you
Except for the imminent violence all around you
There were six or seven cab drivers murdered a year
Maniac
All around you
All around you
Violence all around
I liked it except for the imminent
All around you
I liked it except for the imminent
All around you
All around you
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