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The birds are the keepers of our secret as they saw us where we lay
In the deepest grass of springtime in a reckless guilty haze And they wove a sweet indifference and it settled on our skin Til the eyes that I remembered for the last time drew me in The birds Though I wore your glacial patience to a smudge of bitter dust On the last day you embraced me with a glistening sapling trust Did they sing a million blessings as they watched us slowly part Do they keep those final kisses in their tiny racing hearts What are we gonna do with you Same tale every time What are we gonna do with you Come on inside Looking back is for the birds...... |
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| 2. |
| 6:06 |
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Lippy kids on the corner again
Lippy kids on the corner begin Settling like crows Though I never perfected the simian stroll The cigarette senate was everything then Do they know those days are golden? Build a rocket boys Build a rocket boys! One long June I came down from the trees and kerbstone cool You were a freshly painted angel Walking on walls Stealing booze and hour-long hungry kisses And nobody knew me at home anymore Build a rocket boys! Build a rocket boys Build a rocket boys! Lippy kids on the corner again Lippy kids on the corner begin Settling like crows And I never effected that simian stroll No Do they know those days are golden? Build a rocket boys Build a rocket boys! One long June I came down from the trees And kerbstone cool You were a freshly painted angel Walking on walls Stealing booze and hour-long hungry kisses And nobody knows me at home anymore Build a rocket boys! Build a rocket boys Build a rocket boys! |
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| 4:12 |
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Best intentions bring joyless droughts
Pack your hacksaw come bust me out When your dentures prevent your smile These adventures will fill your eyes With love With love You've been going see-through, could do with a little sun I'd give my liver to see you abide and ride shotgun A Bacchian scandal awaits me, just can't do it alone Your sweetheart probably hates me, but I'll send you home Your dome filled up with love With love With love Fill your eyes with love With love With love Love will find you out Be sure love will find you out Love will find you out Be sure love will find you out As anybody with a kind word would know Gonna find you Love will find you out Be sure love will find you out As anybody with a kind word would know Gonna find you Love will find you out Be sure love will find you out Fill your boots Fill your spine Fill your dome Fill your eyes with love Love will find you out Be sure love will find you out With love Love will find you out Be sure love will find you out With love Love will find you out Be sure love will find you out With love Love will find you out Be sure love will find you out With love Love will find you out Be sure love will find you out With love Love will find you out Be sure love will find you out With love Love will find you out Be sure love will find you out With love Love will find you out Be sure love will find you out With love |
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| 5:40 |
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My high priestess forgive me clear, why can’t you botch?
Oh, come and show me sun so slickly, why can’t you botch? Oh, found my suffer strider tiger lifting my hay, truth’s like you say Drown me now in down of fire get me to black Lay my bones on cobblestones Lay my bones in neat little rows Lay my bones on cobblestones Lay my bones in neat little rows Angels lions, far away and wild, whining you next Mind … ride on behind me, whining you next, oh Smoke keep … my crib changes, let me buy a kin … cause now I follow ...pages, can’t read the text, oh Lay my bones on cobblestones Lay my bones in neat little rows Lay my bones on cobblestones Lay my bones in neat little rows Lay my bones on cobblestones Lay my bones in neat little rows Lay my bones on cobblestones Lay my bones in neat little rows |
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I have a drop-leaf window
With cats and broken yards Sunflowers and paint cans And stolen shopping carts And nothing to be proud of And nothing to regret All of that to make as yet All of that to make as yet I have a single heartbreak I celebrate and mourn A single shining sister And all the tricks of dawn A single yellow duvet A single switch to flick But a thousand boxes yet to tick A thousand boxes yet to tick And Jesus is a Rochdale girl And forty-five CDs Got a house that you can smoke in So all my friends found me And they found me full of myself And bloody-minded will And as yet a box to fill And as yet a box to fill |
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I throw this to the wind
But what if I was right Well, did you trust your noble dreams And gentle expectations to the mercy of the night? The night will always win The night has darkness on its side I'll throw this to the wind I miss your stupid face I miss your bad advice I tried to clothe your bones with scratchy Super 8s Exaggerated stories and old tunes But never by the moon But not the state I'm in The night will always win I throw this to the wind But what if i was right Well, did you trust your noble dreams And gentle expectations to the mercy of the night The night will always win The night has darkness on its side I've thrown this to the wind I miss your stupid face I miss your bad advice I tried to clothe your bones with scratchy Super 8s Exaggerated stories and old tunes But never by the moon But never the state that I'm in The night will always win |
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| 5:39 |
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There's a ladder tear in my high ideals
Like I took a chair on the battlefield And any noble fire that was burning in my chest Is acid in my belly at the very best There's a bayonet in my family things It was made in the USA to defend the King With all the sinew, the thrust And all the bones it splintered are dust It's passed from hand to hand with the wedding rings Oh, settle down little heart of mine Oh, settle down, you do double time You're so far away but she's right here by your side Oh, settle down little heart of mine, ooh |
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I walked with the river in kind of a dream
Hand in hand, the all-knowing river and me To the clamour of rushes and deeply bowing trees And drunk making blossom, that blushed to be seen I told him my sorrows and broken-down dreams Confessed every lie, replayed every scene He openly wept as he listened to me And then, with the sun in the west, he showed me the sea |
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| 4:54 |
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You're a law unto yourself
And we don't suffer dreamers But neither should you walk the earth alone So with finger rolls and folding chairs And a volley of streamers We can be there for tweaks and repairs Should you come back home We got open arms for broken hearts Like yours my boy, come home again Tables are for pounding here And when we've got you surrounded The man you are will know the boy you were And you're not the man who fell to earth You're the man of La Mancha And we've love enough to light the street 'Cause everybody's here We got open arms for broken hearts Like yours my boy, come home again We got open arms for broken hearts Like yours my boy, come home again Everyone's here Everyone's here The moon is out looking for trouble And everyone's here Everyone's here Everyone's here The moon wants a scrap or a cuddle And everyone's here We got open arms for broken hearts Like yours my boy, come home again We got open arms for broken hearts Like yours my boy, come home again Everyone's here Everyone's here Everyone's here Come home again The moon is out looking for trouble The moon wants a scrap or a cuddle The moon is face down in a puddle And everyone's here |
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The birds are the keepers of our secret as they saw us where we lay
In the deepest grass of springtime in a reckless guilty haze And they wove a sweet indifference and it settled on our skin Til the eyes that I remembered for the last time drew me in The birds Though I wore your glacial patience to a smudge of bitter dust On the last day you embraced me with a glistening sapling trust Did they sing a million blessings as they watched us slowly part Do they keep those final kisses in their tiny racing hearts What are we gonna do with you Same tale every time What are we gonna do with you Come on inside Looking back is for the birds...... |
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| 5:01 |
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Dear friends
You are angels and drunks You are magi Old friends You stuck a pin in a map I was in And this is a note for a road sign Cuttin' the breeze of this Tennessee sundown Came the sounds of the voices I know I've been pondering trees On the steeliest come down And now a moment I'm home I've got bluster enough For the sails of a clipper And the truth never frays a good yarn But it struck me to say while so far away You are with me today You are here are in my head, in my heart Dear friends You are angels and drunks You are magi Old friends You stuck a pin in a map I was in And you are the stars I navigate home by |
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Trackback from :: 끔찍하게 민감한 마음 :: 2012-01-18 00:40:20
Subject : 성스러운 느낌마저 드네. Elbow - Build a rocket boys!
