The Natural Profane - Vaganova Daydream Dance [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse one]

There’s a certain mystique in the curls of her smile
Those piercing blue eyes
They whisper to me and drive me wild
Phenomenal figure
With those irresistible types of features
That could draw me nearer
Chills down my spine every time I see her
I never could let the fantasy go, I gave it the life it needed
Watched every move she made in my theater:
A dancer memorizing steps
It’s complicated, our relationship
Dead bolts with the chain on the latch can’t keep me away
It’s the rush that I get, girl, from the way you dance
But don’t take that personally, now, ma’am
I can be a jerk when I feed that gin to myself
And emerge with the keys to the van
Red light, swerve
Got the green on deck
Left tires on the curb, hoping we don’t crash
Like, “Guys, I’ve got this
We made it”
Got a little competition for control when I breathe you out
And at every bump y’all all get scared
I came here to bum-rush parties, man
Not to be your fucking concierge
X-O once and it’s hard to steer
But y’all know what I do when I’m at the wheel
So just be cool and betray nothing
We can lick a stamp and watch a movie
Stick around

[Chorus]

(Where’s his mind at now?)
I don’t know where it is
There’s only one good way to find out
Natural is a psychopath
Blacking out ‘til my eyes roll back
Shock therapy, psych exam
Try to relax

(Where’s his mind at now?)
I don’t know where it is
There’s only one good way to find out
Observational spinal tap
Call me crazy but I know that
Shock therapy, psych exam
Try to relax

[Interlude]

(Where’s his mind at now?)
There’s only one good way to find out

[Verse two]

It can difficult to cogitate through one-way glass
But I get the feeling she can sense me hanging back
I don’t mean you no harm
And I don’t see what’s so wrong
With taking things slow from the get-go in the hopes
That I don’t lead you on
Little wind-up ballerina music box
Dreams of the two of us in St. Petersburg jewelry shops
And then I wake up to a doctor shining lights into my retinas
Gauze up in my mouth
Heart monitor blips irregular
Couldn’t care one way or the other what the diagnosis says
‘cause I’ve already got enough chemical additives
Swimming around in my head
To completely lose any sense of self
Strapped to a hospital bed
In a green tile room, trying to cry for help
As a knob gets turned and my body goes limp
So give me those electric nodes and bear witness to internal homicide
Got the East Waltham psychotherapists working overtime
Can’t remember my name
Can’t run away
There’s no escaping
So I watch her perform a matinee when I daydream

[Chorus]

[Outro]

Try to relax
Try to relax
Try to relax
Shock therapy, psych exam
Try to relax

Try to relax
Try to relax
Try to relax