Ted Leo The Pharmacists lyrics
Ted Leo The Pharmacists lyrics
"Bridges Squares Lyrics"
GAME OF FOOLS Lyrics
I feel you, I see you Your eyes in tears but that's a lie You told me not to give a damn There's something you want Like being washed away and sometime You feel like never felt before Now you are standing there And something's telling me That you prefer some extr
I feel you, I see you Your eyes in tears but that's a lie You told me not to give a damn There's something you want Like being washed away and sometime You feel like never felt before Now you are standing there And something's telling me That you prefer some extr
As i walked to kendall square,
and crossed the river basin there,
the charles was black, the sky was blue,
the view was old, the bridge was new.
and past the flow's constricted mouth,
commercial lines flowed mostly south,
or east across a boundless sea,
where rising soon, the star would be.
the tides are moved by sun and moon.
the spring will last from march to june.
the red line train will pass behind,
as long as bridge joins stream and sky.
and from that point where i did stand,
i wondered at the wo
Cup Of Tea Lyrics
Little Englander in America, I don't know what I'm doing here, I put the kettle on, make a cup of tea, Put the kettle on two sugars for me, All I want is a cup of tea, a cup of tea, a cup of tea, All I want is a cup of tea, It's the taste of home for me. Little Englander in America, I don't kno
rks of man.Little Englander in America, I don't know what I'm doing here, I put the kettle on, make a cup of tea, Put the kettle on two sugars for me, All I want is a cup of tea, a cup of tea, a cup of tea, All I want is a cup of tea, It's the taste of home for me. Little Englander in America, I don't kno
i wondered how this walk began,
til red line train came round again.
but it's not the time to ossify.
it's not the end of wondering why.
it's not in your faith or your apostasy.
it's not the end of history.
as i can take, so i could give,
if i could shop where i could live.
as i can read, so i'd write books,
if i could eat where i could cook
where talkers have a place to meet,
where walkers walk along the street,
and subways travel paths well hid,
but ferries take you off the grid.
I love you, I love you, I love you I love you, I love you, I love you I love you, I love you, I love you I love you, I love you, I love you I love you more than there are ocean grains of sand I love you more than there are voices in the wind I love you so, I can't let go
and it's not the time to ossify.
it's not the end of wondering why.
it's not in your faith or your apostasy.
it's not the end of... predicatble waves of historicity,
nostalgia for gas-lit time i'll never see,
futurians manifest, internationalists.
connected are the promenades and waterways
the living waves of harbor nights and city days.
and where is the builder?
was there something missed?
hidden in the plans to the bridge that started this?
but it's not the time to ossify.
it's not the end of wondering why.
My Great Erscape Lyrics
Kickin' stones down by the gypsy shacks Along the wrong side of the tracks Steppin' over all the cracks Cross my fingers too Wishing on that lucky day When I finally make my getaway Won't be nothing left to say (no no) Only one thing left to do Just run through the valleys
it's not in your faith or your apostasy.
it's not the end of history.
as i walked on to founders' square,
and crossed the river basin there,
the passaic was grey, the sky was blue,
the bridge was old, the view was new.
and from that point where i did stand,
i wondered at the builder's plan.
i wondered how this walk will end.
til path train came around again.
but it's not the time to ossify.
it's not the end of wondering why.
it's not in your faith or your apostasy.
it's not the end of history.