Paroles de Wheelhouse

Kurt Vile

pochette album Wheelhouse
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Sometimes i talk too much but i gotta get it out
But i don’t wanna talk, i only wanna listen
My baby talks soft, my ears are always ringing now
Humming a sad song when i’m alone
But you gotta be alone to figure things out sometimes
Be alone, when even in a crowd of friends and not so
Sometimes of whom you just can’t distinguish but
Thank god for the former, yeah

Some bow down a hundred times a day or more
To find a way, to get back down to the temple one day
Find the temple, to bask in the glory of

Roll around on the flora furry carpet there
Sleep soundly for the first time in forever and breathing deep inside

There’s a desert down below the earth’s core
A hidden staircase in the house that you reside in
A little something from the cupboard over there
A little medicine, it’s a medication situation

Some bow down a hundred times a day or more
To find a way, to get back down to the temple one day
Find the temple, to bask in the glory of
Roll around on the flora furry carpet there
Sleep soundly for the first time in forever and breathing deep inside

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