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The tires are the things on your car
That make contact with the road
The car is the thing on the road
That takes you back to your abode

The tires are the things on your car
That make contact with the road
Bummed is what you are
When you go out to your car and it’s been towed

I woke up one morning in November
And I realized I love you
It’s not your headlights in front
Your tailpipe, or the skylight above you
It’s the way you cling to the road
When the wind tries to shove you
I’d never go riding away
And come back home without you

Inne utwory

  • The horse
  • Seven below
  • Blue and lonesome
  • Introduction narration
  • Tweezer
  • Mountains in the mist
  • Simple
  • Farmhouse
  • Brian and Robert
  • Dog faced boy
  • My sweet one
  • Esther
  • Old home place
  • The wedge
  • Water in the sky
  • Losowe utwory

    Kołysanka dla H.

    Był sobie król,
    Był sobie paź,
    I były sny
    Z drewna.
    Był sobie las
    I piękny staw,
    I Twoich słów

    Ciepły wiatr.
    - Tu będzie nasz dom.
    - Tu będzie stół,
    - T u będzie nasz azyl.
    - T...

    Guitar man

    Well, I quit my job down at the car wash,
    Left my mama a goodbye note,
    By sundown I d left Kingston,
    With my guitar under my coat,
    I hitchhiked all the way down to Memphis,
    Got a room at the YMCA,
    For the next three weeks I went huntin...

    Heartbreak armageddon

    Highway of emptiness outside the burning world,
    Rise again this quest for our salvation,
    Running faster, the savage laughter, the daylight fades away,
    Nothing left but the life we left behind,
    Ever searching the hidden faces, the hatred grows inside,
    Broken man and a family left destroyed.

    Light years away, empty words between us,
    So turn away...

    Nie umiem nic

    Nie umiem nic...
    Słaby jestem ale musze dalej żyć
    Nie umiem nic...
    Mam swój chory świat i dobrze jest mi z tym

    Zapomniałem jak
    iść pod wiatr
    Wstaje dzień więc – kładę się
    I nie zastanawia mnie że ja
    Nie umiem nic...

    Nie umiem nic...
    Słaby jestem...

    My sweet one

    My sweet one, I ll call you my sweet one
    You re my only true sweet one
    With my all, I ll call you my sweet one
    From far away, I ll say your name

    Oh with you, I d travel thick
    And with you, I d also travel thin
    And all the spaces in between
    I...