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(feat. Marianne Dissard)
I live out yonder where the snakes and scorpions run got myself a little goldmine to bank on but one day my heart sank when i saw madame in town i knew her love would be the death of mine l'amour passait, l'amour obsolete pourquoi perdre sa vie a chercher l'or d'un coeur? je ne me noierai pas dans ce desert mystique je ferme mes comptes et je repars love is passe and love is obsolete some spend their whole lives searching for a heart of gold i'm tired of treading water in this desert mystique i'm cashing in my chips before i ride do me a favor while i'm hanging here take this gold and go and hide (don't twist too hard darlin' on your hangin' rope) don't worry i'll be free in no time she promised me she would be there when i'd return she didn't say she'd have a whole army there as well she whispered, "j'taime baby"; as she fired that gun at me (it's getting late and i'm running out of time) i should've stayed way out yonder better off with the scorpions and snakes every act which has no heart will be found out in the end guess i'm a little late this time cause her love would be the death of mine mine, all mine. |
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| 1:15 |
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| 7:43 |
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No one knows where the night can go
except for the few lovers entangled and torn from the hour the stars now are starting to leave a silent moon begins to weep and the lovers fall further and further into the dark and deep come morning, without warning the absence of love's embrace like winter's light, it creeps on in and the moon's tears fade he starts the car and is driving away hearing her voice and tasting their last kiss that sent them spinning and racing the moon's glow lights the way otherwordly underwater dreamscape till a semi's headlights invade come morning, without warning the absence of love's embrace like winter's light, it creeps on in and the moon's sullen glow is fading the glow is fading the glow is fading soul escaping stars are leaving, the moon is weeping soul escaping soul escaping racing through the night... the glow is fading the glow is fading |
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I live out yonder where the snakes and scorpions run
Got myself a little goldmine to bank on But one day my heart sank when I saw Madame in town I knew her love would be the death of mine (L'amour passait, l'amour obsolte. Pourquoi perdre sa vie chercher l'or d'un coeur? Je ne me noierai pas dans ce d©sert mystique. Je ferme mes comptes et je repars.) Love is passe and love is obsolete Some spend their whole lives searching for a heart of gold I'm tired of treading water in this desert mystique I'm cashing in my chips before I ride Do me a favor while I'm hanging here Take this gold and go and hide Don't twist too hard darlin' on your hangin' rope (ne gigote pas ch©ri sur ta corde pendue) Don't worry I'll be free in no time. She promised me she would be there when I'd return She didn't say she'd have a whole army there as well She whispered, "J'taime Baby," as she fired that gun at me. It's getting late and I'm running out of time I should've stayed way out yonder better off with the scorpions and snakes Every act which has no heart will be found out in the end I'm a little late this time, cause her love Would be the death of mine, mine, all mine ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By JOEY BURNS Lyrics © BUG MUSIC |
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| 4:07 |
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| 4:13 |
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Sonic Wind, honing in, on a tune that no one can hear
perfect pitch, simple glitch, promises it would never appear in the skies (disguised) Change in direction where birds never fly nor roam lie 'neath green valleys and wait for the call to come Firetail bats, poised to attack to set ablaze the rafters and the roofs until the plan leaves the hand burns the site down to the ground through the ground Craters are carving and wounds are left to weep sink to the table filtering through the years closing behind the nightmarish fears that run deep down in green valleys wait for the call to come when it's all over and the empty quarter returns to the emptiness again 5000 miles over airplane graveyards landmass oceans wide. over continents a sonic wind honing in on a tune no one can hear perfect pitch, simple glitch, promises... over the skies - in disguise Change in direction a sonic wind is blowing and the fire it is burning down in green valleys where birds never fly nor roam over airplane graveyards, wait for the call to come and the sonic wind is whistling |
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| 3:32 |
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| 4:02 |
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| 2:36 |
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| 12. |
| 4:50 |
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Riding through nostalgia, shaking memories by the mile
the city lights are closing in on him the distance grows shorter for a while He wonders what dreams fill her heart and wonders if what they had could ever be sparked "The roads never lead where they're supposed to go," that's what he tells himself before he lets it go. Out on the cold grey plain, sunken on the side of the road the words bleed off the page, the letter becomes well-soaked "No more turning backwards," he says, as he drives off in the rain ventures on up through the Colorades and settles under the rock and pines, and stakes claim Still he wonders what what dreams fill her heart and wonders if what they had could ever be sparked the roads never lead where they're supposed to go They just twist 'round and 'round the flame the eyes closing, the heart retains a bit of a spark before it fades away that's where he gets lost and drifts off alone and what he tells himself..."Better let it go." |
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| 1:28 |
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| 5:11 |
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| 3:59 |
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