| Dirty Projectors – Just From Chevron Lyrics | 12 years ago |
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Corrected lyrics: Where she collapses into the shore, pump her like product and ask her for more. There a man lay dying in ice, gasket had busted and pinned him like a vice. As the sun sank into repose, a friend knelt and listened to his dying words as her froze. "Tell my love, 'Don't mourn too intense,' I'm going down to a great good expense. Now all the air is quiet and still. Wish I was back home on that knell in the hill. Don't think I won't try, when I close my eyes. Wherever the people will drive, that's where I will survive. All of my friends, my enemies too, live in the shadows of dirtiest fuel -- burns the land and its people to ruin, while wind's always whistlin' an infinite tune. Don't think I won't try, when I close my eyes. Wherever the people will drive, I swear I will be live." "Now, so long," he whispered so faint, closing his eyelids and his face turning gray. When the workers cleaned up the spill, sent the man home to his knell in the hill. |
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| Purity Ring – Belispeak Lyrics | 13 years ago |
| fuck lol it is indeed "with my speech" im just an idiot and copied it wrong. wish i could delete the post? | |
| Purity Ring – Belispeak Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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oops, left out a verse......... here's the actual correct lyrics, sorry..... grandma my sleep is narrow bid you bring me some strong drink strain out the pulps and set them close outside for when my little belly speaks grandma there's air beneath my bed and it whispers when I rest bid hem the skirts in salt and vinegar and hover closely under head grandma my hands have wandered my little legs are getting weak bid lend me your wispy frame guard my precious powers in its cage grandma I've been unruly in my dreams and with my sleep drill little holes into my eyelids that I might see you when I sleep grandma the water is rising my boundless hair has gotten green I'll be your swimming forest island bid you walk safely over me |
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| Purity Ring – Belispeak Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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Lyrics as they appear on the sleeve of the LP: grandma my sleep is narrow bid you bring me some strong drink strain out the pulps and set them close outside for when my little belly speaks grandma there's air beneath my bed and it whispers when I rest bid hem the skirts in salt and vinegar and hover closely under head grandma my hands have wandered my little legs are getting weak bid lend me your wispy frame guard my precious powers in its cage grandma the water is rising my boundless hair has gotten green I'll be your swimming forest island bid you walk safely over me |
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| Dirty Projectors – Unto Caesar Lyrics | 13 years ago |
| I think it's "render unto Caesar", not "when done onto Caesar" | |
| Dirty Projectors – The Socialites Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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"It’s not impossible to show but to show is to open up" (?) |
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