Welcome me to the city of angels. Devil prophet still hold my hand. I walk your stillborn streets for hours. Ethnic echoes spitting out their trials. .
welcome me to your city of angels. devil prophets still hold my hand. i walked your stillborn streets for hours. ethnic echoes spitting out their trials.
it's a fish white belly. a lump in the throat. razor on the wire. skin and bone. piss and blood. in a railroad car. 100 people. gypsies queers. and david's star.
Whatever it was, is wasn't manumission. To spill the blood, to pull the weed. You can bury the past, but it's a mausoleum. With the ghost of a fist that won't let us be.
All the fur and fin will lose again. Cause our better is their worst reckonin'. And our fine-feathered friends will sing until they bleed. And how will we replace that symphony?.
If you were here in Starkville. Towny boys would love the way you stare. If you were here in starkville. Well the local girls they wouldn't have a prayer.
I can go one day without calling. Two days without bawling. Three days without missing. But a lifetime of no kissing you. Something that I just can't do.
We get to be a ripple in the water. We get to be a rock that's thrown. We get to be a boy on the bridge. Standing over the reservoir. . I see the water lap along the shoreline.
Well I guess that I was lonely. That's why I called you on the phone. Cause in a moment of forgiveness I didn't wanna be alone. And I guess that I was willing, more than I ever was before.
You can go to the East. To find your, your inner hemisphere. You say we're under the same sky. Babe, you're bound to realize. Honey it's not that clear.
You spent five years saying you'd come my way. well that's a little more waiting than a heart can take. yeah but now that i know it's just a fantasy. i feel a hard time coming around for me.
I'm harboring a fugitive a defector of a kind. She lives in my soul drinks of my wine. And I'd give my last breath to keep us alive. Are they coming for us with cameras or guns.
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Through the wind and the rain I hear my mother's cry. She says, "I know my baby's out there. Just couldn't bear to ask her why. From my womb into the world.
Everybody's Waiting (For Someone to Come Home).. Through the wind and the rain I hear my mother's cry. She says:. "I know my baby's out there. I just couldn't bear t.
I heard that you were drunk and mean. down at the dairy queen.. there's just enough of you in me,. for me to have this sympathy. and take it in stride..
words and music by amy ray. . The volunteers come for your prayers. and some souvenirs,. With ivory skin and boycott lessons. Year after year.. . Well I'm tracing your face up in the space of the bottom bunk,.
I heard you sing a rebel song. Sung it loud and all alone. We can't afford the things you say. We can't afford the warranty. . Well I see you walking in the glare.