WOLF TREES - PICTURES AND LYRICS
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This kid's got heart
But he's out on his feet All the heads keep talking Out in the street You should have seen him in his prime When he had something left inside That's a song they sing The rivers run the wheels they spin The poets take it on the chin For the bells that ring Right through ya |
Come on hit the dial on the radio
We ain't nineteen but we can still get low Don't wait for a better song Just sing the one you know The fire ain't dead if the coals still glow This heart's got style Like an old Chavelle The devil you dance with Beats the angel that yells down to ya |
Forgive your eyes their crooked lines
They're only paths worn in the side Of the long way home Some days are broke Some days are flush The picture's drying on the brush What's it worth on the wall to ya? Come on hit the dial on the radio We ain't nineteen but we can still get low... |
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Twenty seconds of fantasy
Between the tree line and the road I don't like to go out there Too many faces that I used to know And they walk right though ya Lie they're never gonna die They ain't living instead So damn tired of the walking dead She got tired of holdin' on White-knuckling the phone Dropped down the soakaway Now it's quiet here at home |
She left all the good pictures
Somewhere in a cloud Still got a few in my head So damn tired of the walking dead Skylight Like when you were a child light Part of the sunlight When you were gold The blue-grey Touch of the evening The quiet believing The stories it told |
They're almost hip when they shuffle
But it ain't no disco when they dance Bowed heads and praying hands Nowhere with everyone at once If they every look up To the world outside They'll see it's all gone red So damn tired of the walking dead |
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A train is a train
Is an arrow on a string Tied to my window It flies through the field Unravelling like a thread Pulled from a seam But I don't wanna fly today Let me stay here in my room While the roses boom outside How come they never come to me? Unless they're cut down in their prime I'll bide my time |
A star is a star
Is an old friend In his penthouse room over town We talk when we can But whose got time? It's so late when the sun goes down I don't wanna talk right now It's so quiet here in my room While the roses bloom outside How come they never come to me? Unless they're cut down in their prime I'll bide my time |
Do you ever just need a day
To send it on it's way? Do you ever just need an hour to sigh And watch it all go by? I don't wanna go out I'll be fine here in my room While the roses bloom houtside How come they never come to me? Unless they're cut down in their prime I'll bide my time |
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Dollar store daisies
Plastic and white They never sit in the sun Or they fade Away from the windows In the dark of the night Counting the dollar store prayers That they prayed Everybody knows who you are now Everyone knows you There's nothing you can be That we can't see Everyone knows |
It's the march of the egg man
Boiled and white Pale as a junky at noon Watch him roll He'll piss in the quicksand While you sink out of sight Promising they're gonna Turn it to gold There's no one you can be That we can't see Nowhere you can hide You're a mile wide Everyone knows you |
Now they're hanging
New stars in the sky Cold eyes in the dark record your life Take a walk down to the river Roll away the stone Take a walk down to the river Dollar store daisies Plastic and white They never sit in the sun or they fade Away from the windows In the dark of the night Counting the dollar store prayers That they prayed |
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I can't make out
What you're trying to tell me You're shaking your head What ya trying to say? I know the sun went down On our night in the city Our night in town Didn't go our way They say what you really want And what you really need Ain't the same thing Every cold night Has a lesson that you learn Well the high heeled girls Don't give no attention We didn't learn nothing It just wasn't our turn |
I know 99 ways
To make the sex life better I saw a new cover They know 101 Now I'm a full pair short Of a change in the weather Well I ain't gonna walk If they can show me how to run They say what you really want And what you really need Ain't the same thing Every night is a flash bulb night In the city Well I'm shaking my hips Like I got a tailfeather And my hips don't lie But the truth ain't pretty |
I ain't no Kanye West
But I'm a bad mamma jamma I got too much style For the average joe Do you think this shirt Works with my new bandanna? When you're breaking new ground You never really know They say what you really want And what you really need Ain't the same thing The world's gonna go To the tired and the meek If you see me coming You'd better step to the side I'm far too pretty To turn the other cheek |
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There's a little place
Nobody knows Nothing gets too big So no one ever goes I made it my place Where the moon and rain Are my things And they keep their aim on me And what I need |
It's hot under the lights
The American dream Flashes through the night A bright white Limousine Nobody told you That the big get small And the highway ends At the garden wall outside The street signs lied Oooh this wheelin' world Comes around |
How could I begin
To tell you how? Easy it would be To find a place for now In the soft light Of the almost dark Where the wolf trees Howl through the park For you And things you do Oooh this wheelin' world Comes around |
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Come around again to the light
Of 1000 watts of mystery It shines like a dying star Straight though your heart You were born lost and free To the fire of somebody Born to love you She sings like a radio tower Through the fields at night Easy as the wind blows through How the young surrender All the worn out places that you know Where your angels used to hang out Tired of the dry land They split for the coast The old hang on for dear life While the young surrender |
To the turn of the wheel
And the changing weather Of this wide, wild child Of a world Pull the pin from your heart Let it blow Let it take the whole town with you Fly like a home run To the nearest dream Go on dance like you used to Not for show With a step nobody showed you The kids and the fools go free Too small for the chains Never get too big to see How the young surrender |
To the turn of the wheel
And the changing weather Of this wide, wild child Of a world Come around again to the light Of 1000 watts of mystery Rush like a lonely river To the arms of the sea From the roof on paper wings It's a young surrender To the turn of the wheel And the changing weather Of this wide, wild child Of a world |
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Quiet on the outside
Just a man without a name Spent thirty years pretending To loose at someone else's game But he hung around Behind the curtain of his day life He drew pictures in his head Like the boatman on the black river Before he tells you that you're dead You get across |
The prying eyes
Could only wonder why He watched the wind blow through Like a sailor eyes the morning sky He had a little book of love songs His mother used to sing About a man they called "The Sparrow" Who would fly on Paper wings Through the clouds |
The prying eyes
Could only wonder why He watched the wind blow through Like a sailor eyes the morning sky And when it blows His mother sings And those paper wings Start to fly |
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Come on in to where the lights are low
The lights are low tonight No one here will try to get you down To prove you wrong or right Everybody needs a place to hide Where love comes easy A place to put a fire out inside And tell your story too I don't wanna know if all the world is blue This one's for you to come down easy I don't wanna find that someone's lost their mind Or took the long way to get through This one's just for you |