blackeyesunrise

Every time I shed tears
In the last past years
When I pass through the hills
Oh, what images return
Oh I yearn
For the roots of the woods
That origin of all my strong and strange moods
I lost something in the hills
I lost something in the hills

I grew up in declivities
Others grow up in cities
Where first love and soul takes rise
There were times in my life
When I felt mad and depraved
And only the slopes gave me hope
When I pass through the leg high grass I shall die
Under the jasmin I shall die
Under the elder tree
And need not try to prepare for a new coming day
Where is it that fills the deepness I feel
You will say I’m not Robin the Hood
But how could I hide from top to foot
That I lost something in the hills
I lost something in the hills
Oh I lost something in the hills

Now I lean on my window sill
And I cry, though it’s silly
And I’m dreaming of off and away
Oh I know further west these hills exist
Marked by apple trees marked by a straight brook
That leads me wherever I want it to
Well I lost something in the hills
I lost something in the hills
Oh, I lost something in the hills

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Standing at the punch table swallowing punch
can’t pay attention to the sound of anyone
a little more stupid, a little more scared
every minute more unprepared

I made a mistake in my life today
everything I love gets lost in drawers
I want to start over, I want to be winning
way out of sync from the beginning

I wanna hurry home to you
put on a slow, dumb show for you
and crack you up
so you can put a blue ribbon on my brain
god I’m very, very frightening
I’ll overdo it

Looking for somewhere to stand and stay
I leaned on the wall and the wall leaned away
Can I get a minute of not being nervous
and not thinking of my dick
My leg is sparkles, my leg is pins
I better get my shit together, better gather my shit in
You could drive a car through my head in five minutes
from one side of it to the other

I wanna hurry home to you
put on a slow, dumb show for you
and crack you up
so you can put a blue ribbon on my brain
god I’m very, very frightening
I’ll overdo it

You know I dreamed about you
for twenty-nine years before I saw you
You know I dreamed about you
I missed you for
for twenty-nine years

You know I dreamed about you
for twenty-nine years before I saw you
You know I dreamed about you
I missed you for
for twenty-nine years

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Everybody claims that they want the best things
outta life, (ha) but not everyone, not everyone
wanna go through the toils and strifes.

Like this particular fella, walks around
all day long singin’ this song
sha na lah dah dah lah dah dah dah dah

Harry Hippie, lies asleep in the shade,
life don’t bug him cause he
thinks he’s got it made.
He never worry about nothin’ in particular
Oooh he might even sell free press on Sunset.

I’d like to help a man when he’s down
but I can’t help him much
when he’s sleepin’ on the ground.

He’s like a bottle in water
Harry just floats through life
Walks around all day long singin’ this song
Whoa, whoa, whoa, ohhh yeah

Mary Hippie, she’s Harry’s lady
Panhandles pennies just to feed Harry’s baby.
She can lie down a story so incredible
Man, you wanna help her take the food
home and put it on the table.

I’d like to help a man when he’s down,
but I can’t help ya Harry
if you wanna sleep on the ground.
Sorry Harry, you’re too much weight
to carry around.

But he still walks around all day long singin’ this song
Sha dah dah dah sha nah nah nah nah nah
nah sha lah lah lah lah dah dah dah

Street child, street child, tell me where
will you be goin’
when old man winter gets his horn
and starts blowin’
Will you hang around LA
or hitch a ride on a freeway
Meet an old familiar face in a new place.

I’d like to help a man when he’s down
But how can I help him
if he’s somewhere outta town
Sorry Harry, think I’m gonna put you down.
Sha dah dah dah sha dah dah dah dah
sha lah lah lah lah dah dah dah
Everybody help me sing this song, oh yeah

Open the door but watch your step
Try not to trip on your regrets
As you walk towards my hold grail
You know how I feel about growing up
So you find me hovering above
Where I can stay frail
You might be right
That I’m not that bright
And you think you’ll win without a fight

But you are never gonna open me up
And you are never gonna make me give it up
No, you are never gonna open me up
Oh no

I live to drink and I drink to live
But that’s all the inflow that I will give
A bum, a never ending drive
What you just said is not what you think
Because the cup from which I drink
Is the thing that keeps me alive

There you are
Clear as day
Hot as hell
But even in snow I will say to you
Get your own holy grail

‘Cause you are never gonna open me up
And you are never gonna make me give it up
No, you are never gonna open me up
Oh no

Open the door but watch your step
Try not to trip on your regrets
As you walk towards my open grave
You might be right
That I’m not that bright
And you think you’ll win without a fight

But you are never gonna open me up
And you are never gonna make me give it up
No, you are never gonna make me give up

No, you are never gonna open me up
And you are never gonna make me give it up
No, you are never gonna open me up
Oh no
Oh no
Oh no
Oh no
Oh no
Oh no

Jesus Christ, that’s a pretty face
The kind you’d find on someone that could save
If they don’t put me away
It’ll be a miracle

Do you believe you’re missing out?
That everything good is happening somewhere else
With nobody in your bed
The night is hard to get through

And I will die all alone
And when I arrive I won’t know anyone

Jesus Christ, I’m alone again
So what did you do those three days you were dead?
Because this problem is gonna last
More than the weekend

Jesus Christ I’m not scared to die
But I’m a little bit scared of what comes after
Do I get the gold chariot
Or do I float through the ceiling

Or do I divide and pull apart
Cause my bright is too slight to hold back all my dark
This ship went down in sight of land
And at the gates does Thomas ask to see my hands?

I know you’re coming in the night like a thief
But I’ve had some time, O Lord, to hone my lying technique
I know you think that I’m someone you can trust
But I’m scared I’ll get scared and I swear I’ll try to nail you back up
So do you think that we could work out a sign
So I’ll know it’s you and that it’s over so I won’t even try
I know you’re coming for the people like me
But we all got wood and nails
And we turn out hate in factories
We all got wood and nails
And we turn out hate in factories
We all got wood and nails
And we sleep inside of this machine