Kristin Hersh - Deep Wilson

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Slipping down railings
And balconies
With a sleepy ease I never knew
I navigate my way to you

Indigent darkness
Thick as a dream
A liquid party underneath
Though I m still shaky and weak

Knees pressed against the leather couch
I couldn t find my bra and
You were so familiar
I think that I leaned out too far
I wouldn t have if my heart and my stomach hadn t fallen
So hard

That s some hat trick
An effortless move
That tearful frantic creature
Seems far away from here

My New Orleans nickel ring
Your deep wilson tattoo
Under the bullshit radar
I came to find you

Knees pressed against the leather couch
I couldn t find my bra and
You were so familiar
I think that I leaned out too far
I wouldn t have if my heart and my stomach hadn t fallen
So hard

Knees pressed against the leather couch
I couldn t find my bra and
You were so familiar
I think that I leaned out too far
I wouldn t have if my heart and my stomach hadn t fallen
So hard

Inne utwory

  • Heaven
  • Winter
  • Whole heap of little horses
  • Panic pure
  • Measure
  • Houdini blues
  • Cathedral heat
  • Ice
  • The thin man
  • Bug
  • The cuckoo
  • Gazebo tree
  • The letter
  • Down in the willow garden

    • Losowe utwory

    Is that you

    Violent J, Violent J, is that you?
    I’m on the microphone, so what’cha wanna do?
    Violent J, Violent J, is that you?
    A wicked, wicked clown painted just for you
    I drink Faygo it’s only a buck-ten
    I’m a pour it on your tits when we fucking
    Cuz I’m with that...

    Die versunkene stadt

    Die versunkene Stadt
    Aha...
    Lieder von einer versunkenen Stadt
    singen die Fischer am Meer.
    Keiner weiß wie alles damals wirklich war,
    es ist schon so lange her.

    Abends da sitzen die,Fischer am Strand,
    knüpfen die Netze mit sicherer Hand
    und singen...

    Slow hot wind

    Chillin , Chillin , Chillin ...

    Oh oh oh ohh ....
    Oh, slow hot wind

    Oh oh oh ohh ....
    Oh, slow hot wind

    Oh, slow hot wind

    Oh oh oh ohh ....
    Oh, slow hot wind

    Oh oh oh ohh (sing a song...

    Gimme back

    I need my hands
    I need my feet
    Gimme my soul
    I m incomplete

    I need my eyes
    I want my teeth
    Gimme my scope
    Give me my beliefs

    Oh here I hang on this hook, line and sinker

    Rain

    It s been about a couple of days gone by
    When i last saw you
    When you said bye-bye
    Then you walked away and left me alone
    All get is a dial tone
    When i call your phone
    Occasionally i ll roll about your way
    I thought about the words...