Adult Jazz - Hum [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

The police are gonna wound me
And the minister will heal me
But I think he’ll do it equally
Violently
Should I ask him to?
Only one will lay claim to me
Only one will choicelessly be song

Police say no!
I cannot spare a thought
Spare though, spare thought

Was I born a roach?
A belly-crawling grub?
Just as I suppose
I hear a holy hum of:

Dust thy essence off!
You are gladly so!
You are biting none!
Softest teeth I know!
It’s in the artist soul!
It fits there I should know!
In all your decent days!
It was in every one!

A love that isn’t waiting
On my shook soul
At the nave and at the navel
Him I know
Been a little leaden lately
He can’t bite down on my soul
At least he eats the bread crumbs
That I throw!
Lay loose - it’s all I’d ever do
Forever!

God loves the aching ones
He loves the aching ones
Police said they’d cut things off
Am I an aching one?

It’s a limb that I’d like to offer
It’s a limb that I’d like to lose
I don’t care about fools and father
It’s a lib that I’d like to lose