Jiří Pudil, fotografie
Jiří Pudil
brněnský herec s rýmy
Kouzlo nocí0:003:20
Kouzlo nocí3:20
Nejlepší holka5:30
Kdo se vejde na housle3:55
Zapadnem' sněhem3:57
Pod obrazem3:37
Múza moderní doby5:06
Praskla mi struna3:13
Vojáci v nás4:04
Když se nikdo nedívá4:15
Na prahu2:52
Jaro je zpátky3:25
On the Bottom of the Glass3:57
Mezi květy pelyňku3:51
Nejsem na hraní3:44
Milostné dopisy2:09
Říční romance1:33
Polibky na dobrou noc1:14

On the Bottom of the Glass

lyrický výlet do mezinárodních vod

DMy radio started Aplaying
Gbut I had to change the track
that’s the price that I’m paying
for the things I can’t take back

It was a good old cliché love song
and it made me feel sad
I was thinking about the things I had done wrong
and why it all turned out so bad

Ref. AWhy, why cannot Dlove ever be Geasy?
Why did I have to hurt you so much?
Why did I break your heart into pieces?
Why did I let my mind lose touch?

I was driving on a byway
lamp posts were passing by
it was a long and lonesome Friday
more alone than meets the eye

I pulled over at the lousy bar
and drank a bottle of gin
and played a song on my guitar
about the things that I have been


Bridge: EmOh how, how Gfoolish of Dme
Oh how, how I wish I could see
Oh how, how can I make myself clear
Oh how, how I wish you were Ahere


I put myself into bed
and into the pillow I cried
stayed awake and stayed sad
all night

I’ll have the last shot of rum
to wash away the pain
I reckon the time has come
to hit the road again