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Just this square patch of gray
Molting sky moving in on its morning prey
No words today
No one knocking at the gate
I lost my name long before I lost my way
I wonder what he thinks out there
Pastures turn from black to green and black again
The sun it carves a well worn path
from here to there and the next day back
No birds today
Just this dull sky of gray
Winter's quickly moving in on its skulking prey
No dust today
No clouds rising from my driveway
No hope drifting slowly my way
I wonder what he thinks in there
Pastures turn from black to green and black again
The sun it carves a well worn path
from here to there and the next day back
Cold bars of steel
I'm beginning to dig the feel
of all that disappears into....ethereal
Cold words of hate
Now I'm seeing how things break
Much too late now to cure my mistakes
I wonder what he thinks in there
Pastures turn from black to green and black again
The sun it carves a well worn path
from here to there and the next day back
No birds today
Just this barren stretch of gray
Just this barren stretch of gray
I can't help but feel this song could be better if it were a bit more raw.
Yeah, turn up the barren ache a little
I disliked the CJs then and dislike them now! I avoided them at the Rivoli and went to the Elmo to see Teenage Head instead...
I disliked the CJs then and dislike them now! I avoided them at the Rivoli and went to the Elmo to see Teenage Head instead...
Pray tell, Margo -- where did all the birds go? But please keep it between D and G above middle-C, so as not to strain your voice, lol.
No no, I know -- the birds listened to your first 3 albums in someone's backyard on Spotify and decided to high-tail it to Loreena Mckenitt's place.
I need to give this album a second listen. I really like this!
Just wait a little and it'll show up again on RP soon enough <groan/yawn>.
PSE, again...
Lol, yeah.
This story made me screamy. Perhaps she might read it:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/...
This story made me screamy. Perhaps she might read it:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/...
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Not very much, other than it being in a minor key, but everyone hears different things in songs.
Definitely
Tomorrow is Canada Day.
I see what you did there, Bill :)
Why is it always when it rains that the sun is the warmest, hidden away ?
Lazarus wrote:
It's no reason to drop the content of your space latrines on my front lawn, man.
Mine too... we be worshipin' together!
Hope life be grand for you, BBoyes... love this song...
I need to give this album a second listen. I really like this!
Everybody in my church loves this song...
Mine too... we be worshipin' together!
Everybody in my church loves this song...
Really like everything I have heard off of this CJ album.
I don't even understand how anyone could come to this conclusion.
Adele and Florence have that base very well covered.
I don't know about all that. I am a simple man, I just think her voice sucks.
Just this square patch of gray
Molting sky moving in on its morning prey
No words today
No one knocking at the gate
I lost my name long before I lost my way
I wonder what he thinks out there
Pastures turn from black to green and black again
The sun it carves a well worn path
from here to there and the next day back
No birds today
Just this dull sky of gray
Winter's quickly moving in on its skulking prey
No dust today
No clouds rising from my driveway
No hope drifting slowly my way
I wonder what he thinks in there
Pastures turn from black to green and black again
The sun it carves a well worn path
from here to there and the next day back
Cold bars of steel
I'm beginning to dig the feel
of all that disappears into....ethereal
Cold words of hate
Now I'm seeing how things break
Much too late now to cure my mistakes
I wonder what he thinks in there
Pastures turn from black to green and black again
The sun it carves a well worn path
from here to there and the next day back
No birds today
Just this barren stretch of gray
Just this barren stretch of gray
"Hey there little bird, with your beak pressed up against the pet store window, there'll be no birdfood for you today, only death."
Funny, I always thought of them as the opposite of cool. Low key and hangin' back doesn't usually communicate arrogance. As for the last comment, I sure hope they are big fans of what they do. Would you suggesting self-loathing? For that type of behaviour, please see Newfoundland.
Their arrangements highlight it so well. Excellent band.