Let the steel be my Christ Let the blood create the path Ignored like the dead pigeon gutted by the cat Impregnated our babies with psychosis and lamb
If I gave you pretty flowers If I took you out to dinner If we walked home by the river Would you invite me here? If we sat down on the sofa If I told
When you said, "Good-bye," I thought I would cry Or at least feel a dark that's a deep shade of blue. I would have to attend to a heart on the mend,
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Daddy played the banjo 'neath the yellow tree It rang across the backyard, an old time melody I loved to hear the music, I was only five I listened as
woke up this mornin, clock said I was late for school, teacher told me "that's not cool" gotta put my shirt and pants on, flew down the front stair
Check out the scheme of a dream thick fog all around me Standing in a tunnel of blood hounds surround me Shadow of a child my eyes visualize and figure
at dusk a stillness falls defeated warriors seized from life shielding the landscape, they lie as legions have before them the crow spirals down from
Somewhere on a lonely muddy country road I heard your song, crow, for the first time. Somewhere in the distance wicked, black and low Made me
Making your way through an orangepeel orchard Tracing your day from disillusioned to debauched And spring passed quickly below the rotten elm tree You
We could throw ourselves in a road But receive no comfort from street lights Why not come in for a jamens and escape life? We're idle in the mean time
Why can't we let our mouths devour each other? Why can't we turn those miles into inches, letters into breath, years into seconds? (We always said we'
I caught a glimpse out the window A Polish graveyard filled with widows I coddle a bottle of warm beer I see a pool of liquid tears Glimmering so sweet
Nous sommes nos propres peres Si jeunes et pourtant si vieux, ca me fait penser, tu sais Nous sommes nos propres meres Si jeunes et si serieux, mais ca
Excuse-moi, je sais que d'autre avant moi on fait le test, et qu'ils n'ont pas aide mes plans mais j'tenprie reste, laisse moi t'ouvrir la porte et
I fed the clues of a lost day killed in motion But I thought of it so like there's no other way it could've been done Will they size my fit for a puzzle
We could throw ourselves in the road but recieve no comfort from street lights Why not come in for a James and escape life We're idle in the meantime