Bunuel
Luis Bu탱uel made bullets and guns
At home to pass the time away
With careful fingers and eyes getting old
Smoking the whole time
Stars in the tide-pools, dust in the daylight
A great plague passes and saves us for later
Every camera loves you better
When you quit trying to play
Gunpowder stains lose all sense of time
Can't seem to recall the function
Of what you lost yourself in making
Every whorehouse in every civil war
Knows betters ways to make you wait
Every camera loves you better
When you quit trying to play
Luis Bu탱uel watching the wine glass tremble
As the train passes by wizened fingers
Revolution and lust, soul and spine
Stars in the tide-pools, dust in the daylight
A great plague passes and saves us for later
Every camera loves you better
When you quit trying to play
Every whorehouse in every civil war
Knows better ways to make you wait
Every camera loves you better
When you quit trying to play