Тексты песен «Walkabouts»

Hangman take these heads from me And swing 'em from your money tree Hear me laughing in my steps These heads are yours, they're yours to keep Please don't skip the last details Rewards are yours beyond the pale And if...

Harbour lights will change your plans More than judge or jury can What a sight Flickerin' like prayers of grace How could you ever lose this place? What a sight But I'm sure I don't stand A ghost of a chance To stay...

This is where it starts This is... where it stops And when it finally stops I hope, starts right up Walk the glitter mile Past hotels of sand People say'n lots of things Ain't my job... to listen I don't believe What...

Rolled in the mud But I could never come clean Counting blessings on my middle finger There in the back shed Pricing heads to the pound Told to shut up, I was only breathin' Hell's soup kitchen There you're listening...

hightimes, undermine tell me somethin' I don't know hightimes, can chase em 'til your blind tell me somethin' I don't know now you're lyin' next to me the one place that you shoulda' stayed lyin' next to me now...

Carved your name on the numbering hill, Now it looks on the town with the promise to kill everything. We lit this valley with atomic power, But the lights went down in the closing hour yesterday. And ghosty Bonny spins...

Well it should have been the first place But instead it was the last It was a place that only you could love All the gin was spiked with water From a fever or a storm All the business went as usual Ripped and forever...

Said this was our town The joke it was on us We were just passin thru' On the way to givin' up Joked this was our town That someday we'd be thrilled By anything we loved And everything we killed But the biggest risk...

I'm up to my neck In the mud of Inauguration day They say it's one in fifty years That storm, that blew my dog away And they say the road has been washed out From Rockport to Concrete And all the trees are falling...

I'm up to my neck In the mud of Inauguration day They say it's one in fifty years That storm, that blew my dog away And they say the road has been washed out From Rockport to Concrete And all the trees are falling...

Jack Candy was as old as my father But still I took a likin' to him He said: "You will be somebody's treasure, But no one has discovered you yet." Jack Candy lived on Sky Valley Road And that's where he did...

Fair young maiden All in the garden Strange young man Passed her by Said: "Fair maid Will you marry me?" This, then, sir, Was her reply "Oh no, kind sir I canot marry thee For my beloved Who sails out on the sea

Dressed in jealous clothes She drove to the black hole Out past to where the roads turn into sand No crmies worth a dime 'Less you look it in the eye And she drove And she drove Past the debts that he owed Past the ends...

This is the last ditch ever I dug Once there were motives but they have been lost Dig through the sand still you end at the rock This is the ditch that I dug These are the blankets that we should have worn Now marrow...

These are your last tears for the century don't cry them for me these are your last tears, before the party starts don't throw them away use em' wisely, use em' large use em' soft, and use em' hard once were flush...

Why we can't fake it you won't ever say Both arms hangin' from the ball and chain Tongue tied and twisted from braidin' the rope Both arms hangin' from this faded hope Both arms hangin' from this faded hope Heard it in...

Let's burn down the cornfield Let's burn down the cornfield We can listen to it burn We'll hide behind the oak tree Hide behind the oak tree Stay out of danger till I return Oh, it's so, oh, good on a cold night To...

Been a lot of rain out there Rainin' blind Summer's comin' slow ... this year It's rainin' blind If ya come back tonight .. I'll let it ... fall away If ya come back tonight Ya better have ... the guts to stay Gravel's...

( written by Neil Young ) Once I thought I saw you in a crowded, hazy bar, dancing on the light from star to star Far across the moon beams, I know that's who you are. I saw your brown eyes turning once to fire. You...

Beyond the reach There are rows of tender hooks Where nothing seems To justify a second look And not a soul is found To tear them hooks on down Famous times Tattooed on this burlap skin And gun cold days Shot to pieces...