Gotta trust my name No fork in my tongue Gotta trust my name Never saw it blow Never saw it blow The clouds rained money Never saw it blow The clouds
( written by Alex Chilton ) Driving in my big black car Nothing can go wrong I'm going and I don't know how far So, so long Maybe I'll sleep in
Got an earthquake shack near Elbe. Got a garden of dyin' cars. Covered up deep in the mud of the powerline road. And at night I can hear the lockjaw
tongue tied, said my prayers 20 years or more seems like yesterday hung your secrets from the judas tree watched 'em blow down to the valley floor blowin
I come from nowhere I was nowhere bound never once believed this was my restin' ground but somewhere between here and that rest I heard ya callin' my
It soon appears Long rented shores Too big to name And second to none Save horses' hair In pockets deep Remember skies Second to none Black
The season has come When nothing gets done Save copycat killin' Away from windows asleep on the floor The wheel of misfortune spins in the yard And by
It's breathin' time In Christmas Valley herons fly by night and crash into the pines and when we're gone from Christmas Valley no one will remember you
I wanna be close to you, baby, as I can get Close to you, baby, as water is wet Close to you, baby, as hair on your head Close to you, babe, you better
painted so many towns painted them up and down down to the broken ground pointed the last one, for now soon I will stow away into the cool nightshade
Why would you run ? I beg stars above A thing of such beauty Must be called love Why would you go And give me to cry? A thing of such beauty Might
Black light fades, headlights switched off The engine burns as we're rollin' to a stop Let's get out here lie down in the middle of road Ain't no cars
Quick, burn it down to the wick Burn it down to the heart So the ending can start Here, behind the riverhaus door With an unloaded gun And an unsettled
Every morn at sven o'clock There's twenty terriers drilling on the rock And the boss comes round and he says to the (?) "Come down hard on the cast-iron
( written by Nick Drake ) Strange face, with your eyes So pale and sincere Underneath you know well You have nothing to fear For the dreams that
Someone told someone and someone told you But they really wouldn't hurt you, not much But since everyone tells the story With his own little personal
I can sleep it off, Sleep it back to sleep, I can be most anything I want. A long way from the shade, The north side of the moon. Down here only rich
In a trailer park with hungry dogs Eat stolen bread With stolen credit cards With half a brain I'd torch this mess Have all these things So I don't ask
