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Gourds lyrics
Cold Bed lyrics
The cold tonight seems more anxious to talk
than he has seemed in nights before
skinless face and yellow heart, he
hesitates and I wait
All my stories are about the same things
I find so many beds for them
I find this package of tiny lamps
and it makes a firey ring
Right now is the reason I carry this jewel
everywhere round my neck
I keep it close but still outside
this is my explanation
All my stories are about the same things
I find so many beds for them
I find this package of tiny lamps
and it makes a firey ring
A box of love and sex and reflection
its got my face and hands
the lonely is yellow and old
watch the cold around my bed
All my stories are about the same things
I find so many beds for them
I find this package of tiny lamps
and it makes a firey ring
Other Gourds lyrics:
Piss and Moan lyrics
Caledonia lyrics
Dying of the Pines lyrics
Jenny Brown (Sweet Beak) lyrics
Clear Night lyrics
Sweet lil Lub lyrics
When Wine was Cheap lyrics
Money Honey lyrics
Honduras lyrics
Dark and True lyrics
Pinetar Rampart lyrics
Makes me Roll lyrics
Trampled by the Sun lyrics
Web before you walk into It lyrics
I Come Up lyrics
All the Labor lyrics
Lament lyrics
Plaid Coat lyrics
Magnolia lyrics
Stadium Blitzer lyrics
Boil my Strings lyrics
Coppermine lyrics
Maria lyrics
Raining in Port Arthur lyrics
Dyin' Diamond lyrics
When the money comes rolling in lyrics
I ate the Haggis lyrics
Pushed Her Down lyrics
Pine Island Bayou lyrics
I Like Drinking lyrics
LGO lyrics
Up On High lyrics
Ghosts Of Hallelujah lyrics
Gangsta Lean lyrics
County Orange lyrics
Ladies Choice lyrics
January 6 lyrics
Pair Of Goats lyrics
Fine Leather Truck lyrics
Bean Bowl lyrics
My Time, Yer Time lyrics
Son Of Bum lyrics
The Flat Baritone lyrics
(The new way of) GRIEVIN' & SMOKIN' lyrics
Rugged Roses lyrics
Lowlands lyrics
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