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Howlin wolves
10:13
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It may worn your soles.
It may trash your car.
You may not find no allies.
It may prove you're wrong.
It may go too far.
It ain't for the faint of heart.
And when it comes to find you
you'd wish you'd trained yourself much better,
and fear ties so tight
so you can't see the fuse is dry.
Hold my love, your soul's a plague on mine
and I want you to cut me down, down
to the bone, hold my love, your beat is rising mine
up to your highs right to fall down, down
to the wound, down to core.
Go set up the fire when dusk comes around.
We're wearing out, on a long fade out,
your body's just a hire, oh it's only a loan.
It may burn your home.
It may twist your mind.
It may keep you awake all night.
It may break you a bone.
It may soil your hands.
It may take you outlaw.
And when it comes to find you
you'd wish you'd trained yourself much better,
and fear ties so tight
so you can't see the fuse is dry.
Hold my love, your soul's a plague on mine
and I want you to cut me down, down
to the bone, hold my love, your beat is rising mine
up to your highs right to fall down, down
to the wound, down to core.
Go set up the fire if dark comes around.
We're wearing out, on a slow blackout.
The night comes around
and the spark's about to wear out,
and the morning might never come back.
Oh the way you feel might be frowned upon to them cold
stare eyes. You met the devil, and he is nice,
and he would forgive your sins but you refused to
fall into his arms so the strife's just still hanging on.
You burning heart, you crying soul,
I'll be around although I may not show
leading my voice through the woods and howling out.
I'm there howling out for you.
Join your cry to mine now.
Hold my love, your soul's a plague on mine
and I want you to cut me down, down
to the bone, hold my love, your beat is rising mine
up to your highs right to fall down, down
to the wound, down to core.
Go set up the fire, now go set it out.
We're wearing out, on a slow blackout.
But now down this road you can call this trace your own,
and make your way back to the woods where the
howlin' wolves are runnin' wild and calling us back home.
(Howlin wolves, runnin' wild, calling us back home).
(Howlin wolves, runnin' wild, calling us back home).
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2. |
Underground
06:00
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There we're standing on our feet and the streets are seething
but ain't no soul, there ain't no sound.
Everybody getting down to the nitty-gritty
and ain't no love, there ain't no found.
The race don't stop,
they don't look back,
and that's how it goes to living downtown.
Life goes underground.
I don't really think that cop did get paid enough
to keep on running chasing me that way throughout the town.
I found the song, but it brought no bread,
'cause the things that feed my soul are not the ones that would ever earn my keep
so the race don't stop,
they don't look back
and that's how it goes the merry-go-round,
so turn it up loud.
Cultures, clashing underground.
We grew up in a broken sound.
Silent streams through the crowds.
Lifeblood, it goes outrun.
There we're standing on our feet and the streets are seething
but ain't no soul, there ain't no sound.
Everybody getting down to the nitty-gritty
and ain't no love, there ain't no found.
The race don't stop,
they don't look back,
and that's how it goes to living downtown,
so turn it up loud.
Cultures, clashing underground.
We grew up in a broken sound.
Silent streams through the crowds.
Lifeblood, it goes outrun.
Cultures, clashing underground.
We grew up in a broken sound.
Silent streams through the crowds.
Lifeblood, it goes outrun.
Cultures, clashing underground.
We grew up in a broken sound.
Silent streams through the crowds.
Lifeblood, it goes outrun.
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Echoes
05:02
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I care nothing of this world,
it feels much worse than the words
that comes out from the sad silly songs I wrote.
Everyone's home's so lame
and there's no place to cover when it rain inside
and every fucking song comes of new unknown places.
The house remain undone.
Laid sleepy on the pavement ground,
I was blue so I did drugs 'cause
it's a little help for a night on town.
I see something breeding in the dust
and the wings of joy melts with the Sun but now
I'm headed to different wounds.
Your echoes came on through
in beauty words I always knew,
soft whispers in my mind of you.
I can never know the truth
unless I pass the black on through
and each light drags me straight to you.
My dreams are nearly hope
when the sight of your face is nearly home,
I saw you dancing alone.
I'm not ready yet for bed,
I still stretch and feel you're there,
it's 3AM and I'm wandering the streets again
all alone within crowds.
The horizon plays tricks on me
and though I see its honeys on my skin
I can tell that what I feel ain't real.
I care nothing for this world,
it feels much worse than the words
that comes out from the sad silly songs I wrote.
Your echoes came on through
in beauty words I always knew,
soft whispers in my mind of you.
I can never know the truth
unless I pass the black on through
and each light drags me straight to you.
The winter snow grew all spring long,
summer ends and the I fall
and when I wake up I can still hear your song.
Your echoes came on through
in beauty words I always knew,
soft whispers in my mind of you.
I can never know the truth
unless I pass the black on through
and each light drags me straight to you.
Your echoes came on through
in beauty words I always knew,
soft whispers in my mind of you.
I can never know the truth
unless I pass the black on through
and each light drags me straight to you.
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