The Weakerthans

The Weakerthans - My favourite chords songtekst

Je score:
They're tearing up streets again. They're building a new hotel.
The Mayor's out killing kids to keep taxes down, and me and
my anger sit folding a paper bird, letting the curtains turn to
beating wings. Wish I had a socket-set to dismantle this
morning. And just one pair of clean socks. And a photo of
you. When you get off work tonight, meet me at the
construction site, and we'll write some notes to tape to the
heavy machines, like "We hope they treat you well. Hope you
don't work too hard. We hope you get to be happy
sometimes." Bring your swiss-army knife, and a bottle of
something, and I'll bring some spraypaint and a new deck of
cards. Hey I found the safest place to keep all our
tenderness. Keep all our bad ideas. Keep all our hope. It's
here in the smallest bones, the feet and the inner-ear. It's
such an enormous thing to walk and to listen. I'd like to fall
asleep to the beat of you breathing in a room near a
truckstop on a highway somewhere. You are a radio. You are
an open door. I am a faulty string of blue christmas lights.
You swim through frequencies. You let that stranger in, as I'm
blinking off and on and off again. We've got a lot of time. Or
maybe we don't, but I'd like to think so, so let me pretend.
These are my favourite chords. I know you like them too.
When I get a new guitar, you can have this one and sing me
a lullaby. Sing me the alphabet. Sing me a story I haven't
heard yet.
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Auteur: ?

Componist: ?

Publisher: Sub City Records

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Uitgegeven in: 2000

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: Left and Leaving (2000)

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