I'm not singing about April showers. I'm not singing about the rain. They're going to stick my name in the papers. I send them all away. . I want to sing about ball and chains.
Blind eyes through a telescope. A world from another view. A frame and a camera lens. Stale conversation for two. . Songbirds fly into my hands. Singing for peace and serenity.
I'm out of the forest, I'm out of the wilds. I'm out of the forest and into the light. I'm out of extinction and into the scene. I'm out of extinction and into the meaning.
Cement hearts and wondering thoughts. Give in, your murmur, give in. . The calm before the storm. Left me sinking in ally ways and back streets. This wanting has never left me so dry.
Allen - Cox. Michael Allen: Bass, Organ, Piano, Percussion, Bowed Bass. Mark Cox: Synthesizer, Scratching, Percussion, Winding Whistle, Voice. Richard Thomas: Drums.
Burning light, from beyond the night. I'm scared of the dark, please don't burn out.. Empty skies, clouds like dice. Rolling doubles with a shaky hand.
I'm walking down a dusty road to redemption. A clear path mapped out on a piece of linen. I'm living on a pay of rusted dimes. With a timer counting my time.
He said to me, "Come body sing". I say to you, "My body's singing". Whose body sings? My body's singing. Whose body sings? My body's singing. . I've seen it all, I lived here too.
Thinking surface looking under. You want something look no further. Thinking hard but working in a small time. She was born in mid-town Provincia. . And down the road from Faust.
"I didnt think it would change us,. I didnt mean anything.". Why yes, Im throwing your words back at you. I'm drifting off to sea like I do. A friendships been broken.
Silver grey with age and all the wiser. Holding every haunt and every minor. She stares, watching you. . Phases as she pleases in the black. Wearing every wrinkle, every crack.
Come on in and see my A's. Come on in and see my I's. Come on in and see my ways. Come on in and see my wife. My wife. . She's got a middle just like her mother.
Rotten fodder. Crop, failure. . Your mother supressed you when you were a baby. . Hitler's rotten fodder. . Keep your head off of my door. Fill your head with my thoughts.
We were paired together, glued like feathers. In the wind without a plastic gun. Didn't need one to make us stick. Now dial down the lights. Day becomes the night.
Frozen frames, you sold your soul. To the devils dance, its growing old.. Corners bent, your money's spent. On flimsy wonders and high cut rent. Empty bottles and rock n roll.
Thank you for the big sunrise. And all the shapes that luminate. Hardly get to sleep at night. I'm waiting for the rays. . Thank you for the lesson. There's always things to contemplate.
Disturbing the old times, the gift of science. Lots of back washing and sticks of paper. Sticks of paper lighting the way. If you find you don't know where you're going.
Skeletons talking from your closet to your neighbor's front door. Its a past that can't be erased, feeding your open sores. Ignorance is bliss is what the children would sing.
Take a look around and what do you see?. I see things as they are, no flowery meadow for me. A picturesque town in a picturesque world, no. I couldn't survive for a day.
Time, it's all a question of time. It's all a question of time. It's all a question of time. . Smaller face to synthesize. It's only faith from crime to cranks.