Death of a Martian Songtext

von Red Hot Chili Peppers

Worum geht es in dem Song?

"Death of a Martian" ist ein Song der Red Hot Chili Peppers, der von verschiedenen Themen handelt. Der Text ist metaphor...

Bear paws and rascal power
Watching us in your garage
Big girl you ate the neighbor
The nova is over
Wake up and play
Balleradio
Make room for Clara's bare feet
The love of a Martian

Tick tock and waiting for the meteor
This clock is opening another door

Lots of love just keep it comin'
Making something out of nothin'
These are the best that I
I don't know how to say
Losin' what I love today
These are the best that I
Lots of love just keep it comin'
Making something out of nothin'
These are the best that I
I don't know what to say
Look at what I lost today
And these are the things that I

Blood flowers in the kitchen
Signing off and winding down
This Martian end her mission
The nova is over
She caught the ball
By the mission bell
Chase lizards bark at donkeys
The love of a Martian

Let's bow our heads
And let the trumpets blow
Our girl is gone
God bless her little soul

She's got a sword in case thought this
Is not her lord in case the one who
Can't afford the face her image is
Restored to grace. Disappeard. No
Trace. Musky tears. Suitcase. The
Down turn brave little burncub
Bearcareless turnip snare rampages
Pitch color pages... down and out but
Not in Vegas. Disembarks and
Disengages. No loft. Sweet pink
Canary cages plummet pop dewskin
Fortitude for the sniffing black noses
That snort and allude to dangling
Trinkets that mimic the dirt cough go
Drink its. It's for you. Blue battered
Naval town slip kisses delivered by
Duck muscles and bottlenosed grifters
Arrive in time to catch the late show.
It's a beehive barrel race. A shehive
Stare and chase wasted feature who
Tired and failed to reach her.
Embrassed beneath a box in the closet
That's lost. The kind that you find when
You mind your own mysteries. Shiv
Sister to the quickness before it blisters
Into the newmorning milk blanked.
Your ilk is funny to the turnstyle touch
Bunny whose bouquet set a course for
Bloom and sweep the echoes of
Yesternights fallen freckles... away...