The Sticks Are Woven in the Spokes Twothirtyeight

day long You won't recognize the sound my engine makes With all the tires and squeaky breaks But everybody makes mistakes I guess?

Moving Too Far Twothirtyeight

Move on too far in the direction that you are going You are the reason that I am feverish Creating distance you are the scent in the kiss, you are resistance You are insufficiently, you are the reason

The Hands Of Men Twothirtyeight

Some people stay sick in bed Sick at work or in their heads Doctors can diagnose Problems they are having most Regulate the chemicals Prescribe all the medicines Put you on the right road to recovery There

There Is No Dana Twothirtyeight

You spell love a different way, oh, God it hurts I've learned to read the way you do and Everybody has a story here, so who came in and twisted you There's a song it's haunting tune, convincing you There's

Ears And Fingers Twothirtyeight

The ears are where the, Where the fingers go, Where the fingers go. They have fingers sore from pointing. They have pointed dialogue. And the ears are where the fingers go, Unless extended up.

This Town Will Eat You Twothirtyeight

When you surround yourself With lunatics and crack addicts And when you find yourself Falling down on the inside I will not be surprised, but I will fake it If you can't shake it, I can kick it I will

Les Wirth Twothirtyeight

Christmas came and went All your money spent On whiskey for the common cold You feel it in your bones you're growing old Last night in the park Singin' in the dark "Amazing grace, how sweet the sound That

Coin-Laundry Loser Twothirtyeight

So tired, you could sleep with the light on With the stereo blasting in you ear You know you're tired when your senses fail I'm a coin-laundry, loser with a degree I'm the car alarm in an '83 Pontiac,

Songs Will Write The Words Twothirtyeight

Sometimes you look so beautiful But love is just a chemical passing through my head This time the songs will write the words to the music I've been making The words that I've been taking have been getting

Indian In Your Eyes Twothirtyeight

I'm making up reasons, I have answers for questions never asked This is the sound of me thinking too loud This is the sound of my brain waves In a chaotic symphony of thought or something like that Everybody

The Spoiled One Twothirtyeight

I'm running out of fingers to count the things I've done wrong I'm dangling from the towers I've built to save my life Could it be I've been the one to kiss you to a tree?

Woven Hednoize

Frustration comes over Starvation swallows me Temptation cries out to me They're woven all in me Addiction hangs over me Submission I forsee Suspicion grows under me They're woven all in me It's woven

Woven Birds Calexico

The plaza in the village Where mission bells used to ring Is now crumbled to a pile of stench and ruin Even the swallows have spring All the blossoms are buried 'neath the waste Out of the shadows grow

All the Spokes Liz Durrett

All the spokes are bent We weren\'t even in the road I\'ll collect the evidence all the way home It\'s safe in here I know, I know, I know But this is not the only battlefield On the long way

Bubble Wrap Woven

"Last night brought me back to The day we met Skinny bodies swaying To the music Music's getting so loud I can't take my eyes off you For the first time It wasn't about Anything but your

Hundred Spokes Lunasicc

CHORUS (Repeat) : If you see me on a hundred spokes It's just me and my homie's gettin blown away.

Soul Fossa Woven

What's the dream? Feeling colours What's the drive? Killing others Why have faith Undercover?

Astral Low Woven

you look too close There's only lies I stood with static If you look too far You'll crave more I can't stand it Pixelated images You can't taste I can't withstand it It's their way So we'll put them in

White Bird Woven Hand

These thoughts of you, they are a gift The smell of you on the winds due shift Behind a chosen curtain, I'm set adrift The talk of you still on my lips You come from another place in my chest, yes Golden

Beatnick Sticks Paul Revere & The Raiders

The words mean, I am a truthful man From the land of the palm trees And before dying, I want to share the poems of my soul My poems are soft green, My poems are also flaming crimson My poems are like

Chest Of Drawers Woven Hand

She Floats In Air In These Three Ways You Know You Know The Road Does Not Trust Me To Keep Beneath The Bushes The Three Of Us Asleep Go Into The Lord's House And Go In A Mile The World Will Bow The Knees

Trepanation Woven

"Fragile pieces glued together It's today I'm supposed to Meet my maker The energy push through the walls And turned to matter Did I really want to see the answers?

Already Gone Woven

Can you count the walks And all the different talks To say the same thing over again Then you'll realize I'm already gone Won't you come enjoy the fun Free from judgment Let the critics tongue be tied

Pillage Woven

Its made to fill the holes No one can tell us apart You were oh so different You thought you came up with all the plans Dreams of overthrowing God Turn to mutations So do I!!

Sync or Swim Woven

"None around none around It can't be found it can't be found The more I stare she disappears No embrace no embrace Across the fields of everything Your mind drifts to the plains of plenty Your

My Conditioning Woven

"My conditioning ungrounded prophesy Destined to want once its gone Haunted by the cycle that'll plague me Again and again Oh when will this pain ever end? Was it worth it?

Arrow Head Woven Hand

Do tell, how is the little pilgrim's progress Does he endeavor to persevere Close mantled to knives and kisses Just like when you were here What little he had, from him it was taken For in the small things

Rooftops Woven

"It was worth the time Subway sounds Rainy days Gentle caresses With closed eyes Haven't forgot you Flickering lights Building tops Rusted stairs We climbed Staring through the clouds

Feathers Fields

Winds that are crashing and clouds that are turning A premonition of sails that were burning Woke up in silence and looked out my window Its weathers like these turn women to widows Drawn by another

I Want You Yesterday Woven

I cant stop Thinking all the time I cant stop Thinking all the time I want you yesterday So I think I'll entertain Until my mind explodes I want to attain purity I want to find some peace of mind I

Oil On Panel Woven Hand

The Color Has Left You No Your Colors Fall For Her No One Dreams I've Made A Covenant With My Eyes All Lust Lashes Out When Do I Blink My Love Blink On Illusion On This Warm Bed Of Feathers My Dove Already

Sticks & Stones Dresses

Under the song you were singing, I can hear the hidden, I can hear the hidden words I thought I was meant to fly but I guess it drops just for the, guess it drops just for the birds Remember the voices

Milk & Sticks Boy & Bear

Verse Born from the Soldiers Arms But our spirit keeps a moving on One metre a time we'll fall Its a bloody hill and a broken wall We've been singing like a lunatic Knee deep in our milk and

Strawberry Girl Blackmore's Night

On the edge of the forest That's where the wild things grow And blue skies of promise opened before us There in her eyes are the dreams of the world Blue skies of promise rained down upon us Life is so

Tin Finger Woven Hand

Only His Shadow Stands By Him But Then Come Dark And Desert Him Look He Bares His Arms All Our Words Rhyme With Guilt Tonight The Love Of Him Is Law He Bares His Arms Faithful The Wounds Of A Friend Broken

Rhythm Sticks Blackalicious

[CHORUS] Rhythm Sticks Rhythm Sticks Get 'em Go [x8] [Verse One] Go from out the gate The Great Create the styles that dwell within The flow no doubt will wake you take you Acres aways well within The

sticks + stones Nicola Roberts

Couldn't you tell lies to me Couldn't you say I'm pretty Now that's enough Tells me that she hates the play ground How can they hurt, words are just sounds So take your shot.

The Sticks Mother Mother

I'm looking at mountain ranges, I'm looking at islands, baby Oh, archipelago take me I'm looking to isolate me, terra incognita, baby I'm getting away from all the La di dah, la di dah I'll be gone for

Sticks & Stones Nieman

have to start anew I thought if I kept it out of mind I'd never have to say goodbye Like out of sight Would make it easy to leave behind I confess, I felt a bit helpless Like it was my problem to save In

Off The Cuff Woven Hand

You Seek A Vision To Get Your Hardened Hearts To Beat I Cannot See In This Light I Cannot Think In This Heat Fingers On Glass And A Singing Horn The Oldest Peacock Ever Born On The Wind Come Back To Me

My Russia Woven Hand

The morning comes, I've not yet closed my eyes Cold and bright as I need it and the sun does rise These were my thoughts as I passed 'neath your window I saw you through stained glass with only one eye

Cripplegate (Standing On Glass) Woven Hand

Shake, sleep, wool and glass Hung on nails, here and there Wails the wall I pass In you alone, in you alone There is no harm In you alone In you alone, in you alone There is no harm In you alone With your

The Speaking Hands Woven Hand

I Long To Be With God On His Mind And Behind Her Laughter Circle The Block, Come Back And Tell Me You Took The Words He Painted By Heart Right Out Of My Hand Like The Scrawl We Scratch The Screen And All

Into The Piano Woven Hand

Glory Be To The Father To The Son And The Holy Ghost As It Was In The Beginning Is Now And Ever Shall Be His Word Without End Amen Amen (Above Lyrics In CD-Booklet But Not Sung) Behind A Door Hand To Face

Wooden Brother Woven Hand

we hit the floor just like her blue silk slip dark puritan rose to the curve ofher hip I did not know it was too much too much for me to handle to be shown to the heart of the matter by your holy candle

Bleary Eyed Duty Woven Hand

My Anger Is A Storm With No Rain Thoughts Take You Away Again And When You Leave Me Where Do You Go Already I've Forgotten That You Wait For Me At The End Of My Thoughts I Twist And Turn Myself A Knot

Glass Eye Woven Hand

Deeply shaken see I come that way Ill at ease in my own skin I hum along to the down home drone Down in my soul to stay Ain't gonna listen to my own noise Even though I love the sound It come back hollow

123 Indigo Girls

of this war are just self-infatuation and it's 1 2 3 nothings for free 4 5 6 pick up the sticks and go home manic blood runs thick my friend are you looking for a clean escape what's left when

1 2 3 Indigo Girls

are just self-infatuation and it's 1 2 3 nothings for free 4 5 6 pick up the sticks and go home manic blood runs thick my friend are you looking for a clean escape what's left when the locks have all

1 2 3 (Live - 1991) Indigo Girls

are just self-infatuation and it's 1 2 3 nothings for free 4 5 6 pick up the sticks and go home manic blood runs thick my friend are you looking for a clean escape what's left when the locks have all