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Aug 23, 2012 - 5:19am
I've been set free and I've been bound To the memories of yesterday's clouds I've been set free and I've been bound And now I'm set free I'm set free I'm set free to find a new illusion I've been blinded but Now I can see What in the world has happened to me The prince of stories who walk right by me And now I'm set free I'm set free I'm set free to find a new illusion I've been set free and I've been bound Let me tell you people What I found I saw my head laughing Rolling on the ground And now I'm set free I'm set free I'm set free to find a new illusion VU.
Was it summer when the river ran dry, Or was it just another dam. When the evil of a snowflake in June Could still be a source of relief. O how I love you, I once cried long ago, But I was the one who decided to go. To search beyond the final crest, Though I'd heard it said just birds could dwell so high.
So I pretended to have wings for my arms And took off in the air. I flew to places which the clouds never see, Too close to the deserts of sand, Where a thousand mirages, the shepherds of lies Forced me to land and take a disguise. I would welcome a horse's kick to send me back If I could find a horse not made of sand.
If this desert's all there'll ever be Then tell me what becomes of me. A fall of rain? That must have been another of your dreams, A dream of mad man moon.
Hey man, I'm the sand man. And boy have I news for you; They're gonna throw you in gaol And you know they can't fail 'Cos sand is thicker than blood. But a prison in sand Is a haven in hell, For a gaol can give you a goal goal can find you a role On a muddy pitch in Newcastle, Where it rains so much You can't wait for a touch Of sun and sand, sun and sand...
Within the valley of shadowless death They pray for thunderclouds and rain, But to the multitude who stand in the rain Heaven is where the sun shines. The grass will be greener till the stems turn to brown And thoughts will fly higher till the earth brings them down. Forever caught in desert lands one has to learn To disbelieve the sea.
If this desert's all there'll ever be Then tell me what becomes of me. A fall of rain? That must have been another of your dreams, A dream of mad man moon.
The motel lights were blinking On my chartreuse four door Lincoln On the dock, the fish were stinking I simply didn't have a care And the old men sit 'round the cracker barrels The children hum their Christmas carols The train tracks all run parallel But they'll all meet up one day On a dusty pew in a vestibule Sits the Devil playing pocket pool He's waiting for the next poor fool Who forgot that it was Sunday We used to tell each other lies With our orange plastic button eyes In a former life on a motel chair I was Charlie Parker's teddy bear Yeah, me and Bird, we'd stay up late I used to watch him contemplate While his horn would sit by the window and wait 'Til it was time for him to blow it On a dusty pew in a vestibule Sits the Devil playing pocket pool He's waiting for the next poor fool Who forgot that it was Sunday The only song I ever knew Was 'Moonlight Bay on the Avenue' These are the tales from the Devil's chin Charlie, I could've been a contender And the old men sit 'round the cracker barrels The children hum their Christmas carols The train tracks all run parallel But they'll all meet up one day On a dusty pew in a vestibule Sits the Devil playing pocket pool He's waiting for the next poor fool Who forgot that it was Sunday He forgot that it was Sunday On a dusty pew in a vestibule Sits the old red Devil playing pocket pool He's waiting for the next poor fool Who forgot that it was Sunday And the old men Why, they're sitting 'round their cracker barrels And the children Yeah, they're out humming those Christmas carols And all those old rusty train tracks They're running parallel But they'll all meet up one day - John Prine
And I said "Hey, gunner man, that's quicksand, that's quicksand that ain't mud Have you thrown your senses to the war or did you lose them in the flood?"
Pardon me, sir, but I lost my I.D. in... in a flood and I'd like to get some Old Harper, hard stuff. Would you mind buying a bottle for me?
And I said "Hey, gunner man, that's quicksand, that's quicksand that ain't mud Have you thrown your senses to the war or did you lose them in the flood?"
I've got ways to make you sorry start my life with someone else I've got ways to make you fall I'll tell you all the things that I lied about I've got ways to make you mad Laughing at the girl sitting on your lap I've got ways to make you sing my songs Ones I ain't written yet
I've got lights you've never seen I've got moves I've never used I've got ways to make you come back to me
I've got ways to make you strange Drug you up and drag you home I've got ways to track you down In all of the places you like to go I've got ways to make you crazy wear all the things you always wanted me to < From : http://www.elyrics.net/read/k/kathleen-edwards-lyrics/back-to-me-lyrics.html > I've got ways to make you run My daddy is coming for you
I've got lights you've never seen I've got moves I've never used I've got ways to make you come back to me
I've got ways to make you hear me just by whispering your name I've got ways to make you think you'll never be happy again I've got ways to make you see I'm so much better than before I've got ways to make you swear you won't want your old life anymore
I've got lights you've never seen I've got moves I've never used I've got ways to make you come Back to me
Never stop the car on a drive in the dark Never look for the truth in your mother's eyes Never trust the sound of rain upon a river rushing Through your ears
Arriving somewhere but not here
Could you imagine the final sound as a gun Or the smashing windscreen of a car? Did you ever imagine the last thing you'd hear as you're fading out Was a song?
Arriving somewhere but not here
All my designs, simplified And all of my plans, compromised And all of my dreams, sacrificed
Ever had the feeling you've been here before? Drinking down the poison the way you were taught Ever thought from here on in your life begins And all you knew was wrong?
Arriving somewhere but not here
All my designs, simplified And all of my plans, compromised And all of my dreams...
Did you see the redness block your part? Did the scissors cut a way to your heart? Did you feel the end before the suns of mothers Tearing you apart?
Last night I dreamed I was a genius I dreamed I was a genius Last night I passed out in the lobby woke up in the mezzanine I was a genius in-between...
A lie can contain many truths, but the truth will harbor no lies. All the parameters can be expressed mathematically as the relationship between predisposition and subjugation; that being graphically extrapolated
from the language of the denial of introspection. It's in all the entertainment publications and, in fact, blogospherically reproduced from the remnants and ramparts of projections gone by the bye...