Paroles de Strange language

Vic Chesnutt

pochette album Strange language
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Date de parution : 15/12/2008

Durée : 0:03:12

Style : Alternative



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Up on the bluff, where i wish i was
Twisting up the pages of history
My cold feet dangling, my bony arms gesturing
To summon up a little chunk of that history

In the corridor the shadows are long
And it messes with my equilibrium
And there's strains of a strange language

Up on the bluff, where the hardwoods jut
Out toward the gusts of history
My crusty mind cracks, my restless heart tracks
The fractal lines of history

In the corridor the shadows are long
And it messes with my equilibrium
And there's strains of a strange language

In the corridor the shadows are long
And it messes with my equilibrium
And there's strains of a strange language

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