Bedford Falls - POST SOVIET POST MORTEM

Spotify : https://tinyurl.com/3ns3ct8f Facebook:   / bandbedfordfalls   Instagram:   / bedfordfalls   Special thanks to MARIAM SAMUSHIA Lyrics: Those beneath us are the ones who need us You've let somebody else take our place Cry us a river, cross your little fingers You've let somebody else take our place I’m addicted to conception of affectionate narration Hang the king, elect the bleak reflection of perfection A bald man’s statue in the middle of a square I love this land, dog Express the extraordinary need for demonstration Build the bigger and balder piece of bloody meditation A black building, white building, green building, people singing: I love this land, but Mother of god, was all of it worth it? Don’t stand in the doorway; Oh, don’t block up the hall WE ARE DONE Christmas present; Life is not that pleasant All those idols are not worth your time The words are forgotten, they’re drowning in the water Where’s the beauty in your ordinary life? We’re fallen idols begging for your kindness Do you remember all the songs we used to play? We bow in your presence; Hope you buy our record Don’t let somebody else take our place