Не все дома (Not All There)

Noize MC

Not All There

Damn potatoes on the weekends
Bouncing in a beat-up car through the sticks
The smoke stuck in the old seats
Makes me feel sick from the smell
I told them right away that I wasn't ready
To collect those damn Colorado beetles
I'd rather weed the whole damn field myself
But not the bugs! – I begged them
Damn potatoes on the weekends
Bouncing in a beat-up car through the sticks
The smoke stuck in the old seats
Makes me feel sick from the smell
Grandpa's been building a house on the lot
With broken slate and a stick with a nail
On soap with traces of nails – black soil in brackets
Grandpa's been building a house on the lot
Surrounded by bricks, roofing felt, and tar
And the end of construction keeps getting pushed back

When I get famous all over the country
I'll free us all from pain
What the hell? Easier to grab the moon from the sky
Are you not all there or what?
When I get famous all over the country
I'll free us all from pain
What the hell? Easier to grab the moon from the sky
Are you not all there or what?
Are you not all there or what?

School's not that great
They laugh at my old jacket
And my silly patterned hat
It annoys me too, honestly
Living six in a one-bedroom is unreal
Behind the bookshelf – that's our bedroom
Conversations in line for the sink
Maybe you could skip ahead? I just need to pee
Away from the crowd in the cramped room
Finger on the melted elevator button
Dim orange light from under the soot
In my head whispering – first rhymes
The Great Soviet Encyclopedia
Volume twenty-seven, spread in the middle
There are flags of all the countries on the planet
And I'll visit at least half of them
My feathers might be a bit dirty
For the sake of the image of a white crow
From the crack between the shards of the empire
I'll soar to where the stadiums roar

We dreamed of a great life waiting for us
But it turned out to be a brutal mess
Our peers instead of prayers and celebrations
Scream at kids to lie down in the mornings
Pits multiply behind the fences
Crematoriums burn with Remarque
In the sky over the cemetery where mom lies
Bombers heading to Kharkiv
Siren rotors slice through the air
Thin skin replaced by rubber
Beloved bodies in unnatural poses
Displaced faces in tears
This is a world where not everyone is all there
This is a war with no hope for success
Because it can't be any other way
In a world where not everyone is all there!

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