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Kids get lost, lambs out wandering
Bigger, blacker things go following Them into a patch of forest Somebody once planted for this Songs not over, phones still ringing Eyes still rolling, eyes still clinging Something in the air starts singing Radio switched on and buzzing Something in the wind starts humming Something in the field starts hunting Kids grow up and kids get numb And kids it's coming, kids it's going to come |
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> When I'm hosed and they're closing in, maybe only then,
really, I'll try to get right with myself. So I'll grope down that ladder again, until I'm tumbling - but really, I just want to slide, I want to crash-land. While my friend, my associate, he's a regal man. He bindles and he twists and ties, gives the reckoning, and then it's back on the road again with maybe thirteen grand. Moralize all you might like, I don't believe in it. You've never earned your soul. I know, (x 3) but I'm gonna try, though, I'm gonna try. I'm a rich young sophisticate, I've got girls and friends. I'm doing what I really like and getting paid for it. There is no key, there's no plan; I discovered that. And, truly, I don't think you'll find a happier man. You've never earned your soul. I know, (x 3) but I'm gonna try, though, I'm gonna try. You float up high and it isn't a sin. And there isn't a hell where we'll be sent. There's only now, and there isn't then. So just breathe it in. |
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| 5:23 |
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| 5:00 |
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Sit back, no song is written
It's nothing you thought of Yourself It's just a ghost, came unbidden To this house This infection gets stronger every year This seed in the water of your tear There is no escaping it This seed in the water of your tear The way an unborn baby's ear Unfolds in your belly This infection gets stronger every year This direction of a tear rolling down your cheek And there is no escaping it There is no escaping The thing that is making It's home in your radio Bless this tiny alley we have fallen from tall buildings we have fallen through the air Into a garden sweetly smelling of the softest Sleeping flowers now they sit under the sidewalk Now they're waiting for the shining of some future sun to show us All that is your beauty Oh and all that brings you pleasure I could sigh into your hide And say I hope I'm here forever But Black Sheep Boy with your lovers With your list of favorite pillows with your list of missing children With the wall where you drew windows Overlooking hidden gardens Cut apart by jagged mountains Climbing up into the air And crumbling down into a fountain Where the water waits forever Like a quiet distant treasure When you rise up to recover When you leave this tiny alley When you meet me in the garden With your horns all hung with cedar Every spirit brushing past me Brushing past them in the ether Scream all this is window dressing All you are is flimsy curtains Watch you flame up with a word from us And won't know that you're Burning! Burning Burning! (There's no escaping The thing that is making It's home in your radio There's no escaping The thing that is making It's home in your radio) |
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| 6:00 |
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Take my sword from the slaughter
Melt it down into vapor, and my armor, too I hear hot blood flap and flutter From your temple to shoulder And all through you When you hold on to me it isn't easy When you hold on to me it isn't fair But when there's no key Oh, you find me there Find me there Find me there Ooh I'm turning white, I'm leaves of paper Turn my hands from this labor and lift me through When you hold on to me it isn't easy But you should hold on to me It isn't fair But when there's no key Oh, you find me there Find me there Find me there Ooh And kids get lost, lambs out wandering And bigger, blacker things come calling From outside a tiny garden somebody once laid their hearts on And kids get lost, kids get broken Diaries get found and opened And legs get led astray And then they lie inside some secret place Where the sun looks in the open ceiling And kids grow up, and kids stop feeling Kids, and feel adults, and face away But in last love dreams The lost and passed out of this world are softly sighing Trying to decide if they should leave the things that keep them crying And some will rise and keep on living with open eyes, with minds forgiven The river's flowing is arrested And resumed after they've blessed it Over and over and over and over and over and over and over again Over and over and over and over and over and over and over again Over and over and over and over and over and over and over again (Over and over and over and over and over and over and over again) It's over (Over and over and over and over and over and over and over again) It's over (Over and over and over and over and over and over and over again) It's over (Over and over and over and over and over and over and over again) It's over (Over and over and over and over and over and over and over again) (Over and over and) |
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