Letra de Elevator Operator - Courtney Barnett
Letra de canci�n de Elevator Operator de Courtney Barnett lyrics
Oliver paul, twenty years old, thick head
Of hair worries he�s going bald. Wakes up
At a quarter past nine, fair evades his way down
The 96 tram line. Breakfast on the run again
He�s well aware he�s dropping soy linseed
Vegemite crumbs everywhere. Feeling sick
At the sight of his computer, he dodges his
Way through the swanston commuters
Rips off his tie, hands it to a homeless man
Sleeping in the corner of a metro bus stand
He screams �I�m not going to work today!
Gonna count the minutes that the trains run late
Sit on the grass building pyramids out of coke cans.�
Headphone wielding to the nicholas building
He trips on a pothole that�s not been filled in
He waits for an elevator (one to nine) a lady walks
In and waits by his side. Her heels are high
And her bag is snakeskin, hair pulled so tight
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You can see her skeleton. Vickers perfume
On her breath, a tortoise-shell necklace
Between her breasts she looks him up and down
With her botox frown, he�s well used to that look by now
The elevator dings and they awkwardly step in
Their fingers touch on the rooftop button
�Don�t jump little boy, don�t jump off that roof!
You�ve got your whole life ahead of you
You�re still in your youth. I�d give anything to have skin like you.�
He said �I think you�re projecting the way
That you�re feeling. I�m not suicidal just
Idling insignificantly. I come up here for
Perception and clarity, I like to imagine
I�m playing sim city. All the people look like ants
From up here, and the wind�s the only traffic
You can hear� he said �all I ever wanted to be
Was an elevator operator can you help me please?�
Of hair worries he�s going bald. Wakes up
At a quarter past nine, fair evades his way down
The 96 tram line. Breakfast on the run again
He�s well aware he�s dropping soy linseed
Vegemite crumbs everywhere. Feeling sick
At the sight of his computer, he dodges his
Way through the swanston commuters
Rips off his tie, hands it to a homeless man
Sleeping in the corner of a metro bus stand
He screams �I�m not going to work today!
Gonna count the minutes that the trains run late
Sit on the grass building pyramids out of coke cans.�
Headphone wielding to the nicholas building
He trips on a pothole that�s not been filled in
He waits for an elevator (one to nine) a lady walks
In and waits by his side. Her heels are high
And her bag is snakeskin, hair pulled so tight
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/elevator-operator-courtney-barnett.php
You can see her skeleton. Vickers perfume
On her breath, a tortoise-shell necklace
Between her breasts she looks him up and down
With her botox frown, he�s well used to that look by now
The elevator dings and they awkwardly step in
Their fingers touch on the rooftop button
�Don�t jump little boy, don�t jump off that roof!
You�ve got your whole life ahead of you
You�re still in your youth. I�d give anything to have skin like you.�
He said �I think you�re projecting the way
That you�re feeling. I�m not suicidal just
Idling insignificantly. I come up here for
Perception and clarity, I like to imagine
I�m playing sim city. All the people look like ants
From up here, and the wind�s the only traffic
You can hear� he said �all I ever wanted to be
Was an elevator operator can you help me please?�
