Тексты песен «Ryan Adams»

So much for the days of glory It's not like your idols died And are holy now You cross the street and count to ten And everyone that mattered went to bed Or maybe they died Welcome home, Miss So Unknown Bet you want...

"Silver Bullets" I can't find the gun It's only getting worse So I get loaded up On silver bullets And I can't see the sun I know it's gone away I can't be the one If you won't let me stay So go draw...

silver wings shining in the sunlight roaring engines headed somewhere in flight they're taking you away leaving me lonely silver wings slowly fading out of sight silver wings shining in the sunlight roaring engines...

Sunlight falls on your hands as you type Just something in my head Standing in this empty space Your desk is gone The wall's still dark from where it went This position is not open now for applicants The application...

sit around, dream away the place i'm from used to feel so much, now i just feel numb could go out tonight, but i ain't sure what for call a friend or two i don't know anymore sit and listen to the rain sit and listen...

Today I watched the boats Moving through the harbor Walking on water, in your arms I'd stay Forever if I could, forever if I may Keep me in your thoughts, don't disappear I am on your side And so alive And so alive, it...

Don't be an idiot You can't let it go Till it won't come back And you can't move forward It's somethin' like a discord It was so slow That it crushes all the atoms And destroys every molucule Oh, but she's a spinning...

somebody remembers the rose while the other forgets how it grows would all the dangers would all the dangers of love am i still a stranger? somebody remembers the dress how it was handsome beautifully pressed would all...

I want to tell you something That I should've, long ago I wish that you and I had those kids Maybe bought us that home I wish that we were stumbling fast Down on Irving and 14th Street I wish that we were still in your...

Sitting round thinking 'bout Keith all day long Getting stoned thinking 'bout how he played the guitar Ain't nothing like getting stoned to The Rolling Stones Can't find my copy of Goats Head Soup Think it's under my...

It's midnight, at the Starlite Diner You said meet me at a quarter to twelve Now I'm standing in the corner Wishing you was here in my arms, Fare thee well my old friends Fare thee well Is it possible to love someone...

It's a long way down, but I feel alright It's a long way down, but I feel alright And the cops get in, and the crowd gets tight Take your tomorrow, pain and your sorrow and teach it how to fly It's starting to hurt...

It's a long way down But I feel alright It's a long way down But I feel alright And the cops get in And the crowd gets tight Take your tomorrow, pain and your sorrow Teach it how to fly It's starting to hurt...

Hanging out, I been stoned alone Seven eleven bar tree logged Watchin' the bongs speakin' some kind of language Some kind of language I do not own I got my [?] Stoned alone, hangin' out Watchin' the bong reasoning...

"Stop" I know a sickness So ancient and cross No crucifix Could ever fix enough In the basement of a church These people, they talk There is a line That must be walked If you wanna make it stop Then stop

Last night in the street collapsed on itself In fact, it broke right in two And I fell in The strawberry vines Into a pool of strawberry wine Strawberry wine and clouds Burning in the desert, surrounded in flowers But...

Ain't it like the sun to never shine And leave you in the dark Ain't it like the ones we left behind Or were they moving on Getting used to all alone Just pretending you was here Voices tearing through the halls Get...

Sweet black magic coming down the line. Sweet black magic coming down the line. Don't worry little honey, 'Bout the money you'll be feelin' fine. Cause I'm gonna see the doctor, Got some money, gonna get us high. Sweet...

Let me go I'm only letting you down I 've got nothing to say to you now I lose the feelings that are weighing me down When I'm safe It's turning morning all the birds sing I'm not complicating anything I'll have...

Fair haired gal You got a sister thata??s mean Hanging around the cigarette machine But when Ia??m lonely she makes me feel nice When Ia??m lonely she makes me feel nice Steals my shirt, makes me hurt In the field...