Black Lab — Gates Of The Country
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april.
back in new york. the 31st floor.
it seems somehow everything's changed.
the kitchen too small.
plates on the wall.
the sound of machinery.
may.
where have you been?
who were you running with?
wasn't he someone you used to call home?
where is the ring?
where is the boy who went traveling alone?
she is much better without me.
she walks through the gates of the country.
hands at her side.
and i smile as i watch her walk by.
somehow i see there are ships in her eyes.
she is better off now.
june.
the curtain is shut.
the patterns are cut.
the maid who will wake you at dawn.
pulls out a chair.
pulls down your hair.
it's just like you wanted.
july.
what's going on.
what are you running from.
why are you sleeping alone on the floor.
some people change.
others hang on till they can't anymore.
she is much better without me.
she walks through the gates of the country.
hands in the air.
and i smile as i watch her walk by.
somehow i see there are ships in her eyes.
she is much better now.
she is much better without me.
she walks through the gates of the country.
hands in the air.
and i smile as i watch her walk by.
somehow i see there are ships in her eyes.
she is much better now.
back in new york. the 31st floor.
it seems somehow everything's changed.
the kitchen too small.
plates on the wall.
the sound of machinery.
may.
where have you been?
who were you running with?
wasn't he someone you used to call home?
where is the ring?
where is the boy who went traveling alone?
she is much better without me.
she walks through the gates of the country.
hands at her side.
and i smile as i watch her walk by.
somehow i see there are ships in her eyes.
she is better off now.
june.
the curtain is shut.
the patterns are cut.
the maid who will wake you at dawn.
pulls out a chair.
pulls down your hair.
it's just like you wanted.
july.
what's going on.
what are you running from.
why are you sleeping alone on the floor.
some people change.
others hang on till they can't anymore.
she is much better without me.
she walks through the gates of the country.
hands in the air.
and i smile as i watch her walk by.
somehow i see there are ships in her eyes.
she is much better now.
she is much better without me.
she walks through the gates of the country.
hands in the air.
and i smile as i watch her walk by.
somehow i see there are ships in her eyes.
she is much better now.
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Great cheekbones
Can anyone tell me who the cover artist is? Sure looks like illustrations in my 1940s era Jane Eyre and Wuthering Heights. Fritz Eichenberg.
If she is so much better off without him, trust me on this, that song wouldn't sound remotely like this pit-o-doom one. Would be more to
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. dischuckin wrote:
Gotta be a mosquito zapper.
trying to figure out that cover: is it a bong or an old school burning lamp or some kind of science experiment?
Gotta be a mosquito zapper.
Wow.
c.
dischuckin wrote:
Yes
trying to figure out that cover: is it a bong or an old school burning lamp or some kind of science experiment?
Yes
Nice. Could stand to hear this more often.
dischuckin wrote:
A chemistry flask? The artist *is* named Black Lab :D
trying to figure out that cover: is it a bong or an old school burning lamp or some kind of science experiment?
A chemistry flask? The artist *is* named Black Lab :D
Cool. New, old tunes
trying to figure out that cover: is it a bong or an old school burning lamp or some kind of science experiment?
Fried rice
nice...