Тексты песен «Jim White»

They tell me miracles abound now more than ever, but I don't care. They say it's better to be blessed than it is to be clever, but I don't care. 'Cause I got 10 miles to go on a 9 mile road, and it's a rocky rough road,...

The days of our innocence and grace flow by The smiles we wear upon our face blow by Oh, the sweet wine of youth Goes sour over time Seems like the more that you lose The more you ache to find A town called Amen Like...

Sunday I am young and wild, Monday I go lame. Tuesday I start twitching, Wednesday I'm insane. Thursday I lay dying, Friday I'm quite dead. Saturday I get carried away by things better left unsaid. But heaven ain't no...

Sometimes you gotta take off your shoes Sit right down in the middle of the road Kick off the dust and deal with the news That you are blind These dreams are familiar These are places we've been before Somewhere in the...

Bluebird on a telephone line. How are you? I'm feeling fine. Sweetly do I whisper your name. Lonely solo taxi ride to a cheap motel on the wrong side of the tracks. The facts are tricky to explain. Cold front bearing...

That night we drank wine from the crazy well. Shot a shotgun out the window of our automobile. We was young, we was wild and we sure had our fun. Until the sheriff caught up with us and we tried to run. Now we return to...

Fools wind blowing up brown bible verses. Dust storm of memory. Truck stop reverie. 3 AM in my home town, not a soul stirring around. Mr. Trucker Man, don't slow down in this little town. 'Cause I'm traveling faster...

Wonder if you know, what you see ain't what you get. Wonder have you learned a dirty word - did you forget? 'Cause there's talk on the street... say sugar taste sweet... but it'll tear you apart... when what's easy on...

Where in the world did you come from my dear? Did some mysterious voice tell you I'd still be here? I bought this ticket to Mobile, but I been stranded all day...p.a. said the bus broke down ten miles away from the...

I found a blue hair comb with a busted tooth gonna comb out my hair in this telephone booth gonna comb out love, gonna comb out hate gonna get me a new look and I can't wait. I took a lethal dosage of dope in my youth,...

Sunlight in the weeds...I wish that I was blind...to the ghosts dancing in the breeze...blowing through my mind. Got a Corvair in my yard. It hasn't run in fifteen years. It's a home for the birds now. It's no longer a...

How we get lost Going from here to there Counting numbers in the air Cheekbone to a cool stone wall See the fireflies in this mason jar Light my smile like a faded scar We used to wonder who we are These days we don't...

When too much beauty numbs the mind When what you see ain't what you get When digging deeper what you find Is skeletons best left behind We go crash into the sun Ain't enough bullets in this here gun We got cash, now...

It's the twilight hour As the sun goes down I see a flatbed Ford with a scrapyard load Rattle off through town The railroad crossing lights flash on There ain't no train in sight A crescent moon will soon ascend As day...

Out in the junkyard in the pines They're working over time Hacking back them vines That are eating up their minds Fruit of the vine, that old fruit of the vine We're doing 30 in a 45 Disregarding highway signs You...

I like to go out walking in the ghost-town of my brain. Kick the rusted scrap-iron of my memories and dreams. Yeah, here's a busted compass...look, the needle's standing still. Much as some folks hate to lose their way,...

Jesus and the fiery furnace. Devil and the deep blue sea. Preacher say I'm gonna burn in hell for all eternity. But when I have my judgement day and I lock eyes with my savior, well, This is what I'm gonna tell him when...

I'm handcuffed to a fence in Mississippi. My girlfriend blows a boozy good-bye kiss. I see flying squirrels and nightmares of stigmata. Then awakening to find my Trans-Am gone. Still, I'm feeling pretty good about the...

Bus stop rain...busted power train..got a broke down '69 LTD... I hocked my tools...to buy my brain...a funeral wreath...from the FTD Blank billboards on the highway of life. Counterfeit bills in the neon lights. This...

If Jesus drove a motor home, I wonder would he drive pedal to the metal, or real slow? Checking out the stereo. Cassette playing Bob Dylan, motivation tapes. Tricked up Winnebago, with the tie-dye drapes. If Jesus drove...