Mack Murphy & The Inmates — Corn-Row Girls
Please leave daddy now, my sweet little girl
I’m tired of whispering those words of comfort
‘Cause I just don’t believe in them anymore
So leave daddy here, staring out the window
At those rainbows I’m inclined to pursue
Go on and take her away with you
Daddy’s little princess
Take her away from here
How in God’s Name am I to live with this pain
When all hell breaks loose around here
This used to be a quiet neighbourhood
Take her away from this place and be good to her
Leave an old man to his armchair and his two-dollar suit
Go on take her away from here, for you know that you should
How will the world speak my name in years to come?
Well,… it simply won’t
‘Cause every generation will scorn the next and its songs
And I hate to burst your bubble
But this is as good as it gets
So leave an old man to his armchair and those nasty regrets
Take her away from here and do it now
Take her away from this place
Come on kid, go on, I’ll be ok
I still can walk and talk, I was born here, I’ll stay
I won’t leave this place to that urban rabble
Though I must be thankful somehow
Cause if it weren’t for pickpockets, I’d have no sex life at all
So go on take her away from me
And leave me with these pimps and whores
And little, innocent…
Black corn-row girls in their porn show furs
Black corn-row girls in their porn show
I’m tired of whispering those words of comfort
‘Cause I just don’t believe in them anymore
So leave daddy here, staring out the window
At those rainbows I’m inclined to pursue
Go on and take her away with you
Daddy’s little princess
Take her away from here
How in God’s Name am I to live with this pain
When all hell breaks loose around here
This used to be a quiet neighbourhood
Take her away from this place and be good to her
Leave an old man to his armchair and his two-dollar suit
Go on take her away from here, for you know that you should
How will the world speak my name in years to come?
Well,… it simply won’t
‘Cause every generation will scorn the next and its songs
And I hate to burst your bubble
But this is as good as it gets
So leave an old man to his armchair and those nasty regrets
Take her away from here and do it now
Take her away from this place
Come on kid, go on, I’ll be ok
I still can walk and talk, I was born here, I’ll stay
I won’t leave this place to that urban rabble
Though I must be thankful somehow
Cause if it weren’t for pickpockets, I’d have no sex life at all
So go on take her away from me
And leave me with these pimps and whores
And little, innocent…
Black corn-row girls in their porn show furs
Black corn-row girls in their porn show
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Текст песни Mack Murphy & The Inmates — Corn-Row Girls описывает сложные эмоциональные переживания отца, который призывает унести свою дочь из текущего окружения. Песня передаёт грусть и разочарование героя в мире, пытаясь защитить свою дочь от негативного влияния. Отец выражает тревогу за будущее своей дочери, опасения за себя и обиду на общество. В тексте присутствует тема времени и наследия, критика современной культуры и страх перед изменениями. Автор обращается к дочери, прося её уйти отсюда, чтобы спасти её от бед и сохранить её невинность. Раскрывается противоречие между желанием защитить и фактом неизбежных перемен. Это глубокая песня, которая вызывает размышления и может быть понята каждым по-своему.
Текст добавил: Андрей Курышев