MewithoutYou

MewithoutYou

Bear's Vision Of St. Agnes
Composição de (Greg Jehanian/Rickie Mazzota/Aaron Weiss/Mike Weiss)
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Verses: Bm G Barren rocks and sand, our wooden sculpture hands, Bm D (Em) G held like a timber hitch, held candles to the sun Bm G Both faint and fading fast, we walked on, windward Bm D (Em) G kept time with a pocketmouse, mouths kept mostly shut Bm G Thought broke the silence like a bone Bm half-moaned: "you've worn me like an albatross, D (Em) G I've only slowed you down. Bm G You could've long traded in your braided crown Bm D (Em) G by now you could've found that Anabaptist girl you always used to go on about Bm G As we rode in circles on our bicycles; Bm D (Em) G we walked on balance beams as the audience cheered for us Bm G We burned like fevers under carriage hats Bm hid behind Venetian masks D (Em) G In our human costumes Bm G We stood like statues once in shepherd's check Bm we'll both be decked in herringbone, D (Em) G wrapped border drab around already broken ironstone" Bm "But I've seen these cliffs before, G Bm St. Agnes brought her palm branch to the hospital D (Em) G looked upward lest the charm had fled from my brother's breathing bed Bm G And when he died I shut his dogtooth violet eyes: Bm He looked just like me D (Em) G climb on down and see Bm G they laid him on the rocks below Bm there'll be enough to fill your cup for days D (Em) G I'll stay up here and rest. Bm G We'll fly in straight lines as from carronades Bm D (Em) G we'll crash like tidal waves, decimate the islands Bm G As our hollowed lumber falls like water, ends where I start Bm D (Em) G In that tattered rag shop back in Asbury Park Bm F#m Em Bm Look how soon my hands won't move but if you'll improve, we'll all improve Sixty feet and my feet won't move but if you'll improve, we'll all improve Forty feet, my legs won't move but as you improve, we all improve Fill our den with acorn mast, I'll wake before the salmon pass Ten foot more and nothing moves"

Enviado por: Paulo Rocha Antunes

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