luis buñuel 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/ cant 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 buñuel watching the wine glass tremble as the train passes by/
wizened fingers/revolution and lust/ soul and spine

-stars in the tidepools/ dust in the daylight
a great plague passes and saves us for later
every camera loves you beter 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


Lyrics submitted by ciofieT

Buñuel song meanings
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