No More Birthdays (Phil Spector Folk/San Francisco Bay Early Morning 1849) Songtext
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I can hear the slamming of a door
I can see the end of a prank I already fell for
But I don′t have to sleep at Belshazar's house anymore
Gave up the center line
I moved out on my own for the first time
A view out on the back of a hotel sign
Got a dozen broken clocks lined up in a line
I got a feeling that people can be awful nice!

Let′s speed it up so we can slow back down
Kafka on the shore, ah Kafka on the shore!
Rising up for rising down, you're speeding up to slow back down
Oh Kafka on the shore


Your spot's reserved inside a buzzard′s beak
You′re fluent in a language that dies every time you speak
You're fluent in a language that dies every time you speak
Sticking to the center line
My neighbor′s always leaving a light on
Is that my best friend's face on a Trinitron?
Everybody says he should get back where he belongs
We′re still good friends! Ah look out friend!

Let's speed it up so we can slow back down
Kafka on the shore, ah Kafka on the shore!
Rising up so we can rise back down
Oh Kafka on the shore

Never said it would be
Never said it would be
Never said it would be

Everybody wants to see him
Everybody wants to see him
We′re still good friends
Ah look out friend!

Let's speed it up so we can slow back down
Kafka on the shore, ah Kafka on the shore!
Rising up so we can rise back down
Oh Kafka on the shore