| Chris Bathgate – Salt Year Lyrics | 13 years ago |
| It should say, "I'm just choking down a salt YEAR." | |
| Ryan Bingham – Depression Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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I could make some friends down at the court house Get bailed out and go on welfare I'd rather lay down in a pine box Than sell my heart to a fuckin' wasteland. |
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| Lovers – The Boy Who Cried Wolf Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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Corrected lyrics: I've been called the boy who cried wolf, thinking it was love when it was just my glass half full. I jumped in some nearly empty pools, and hung around in dry fountains until I felt your pull. You washed the stigma from my hand. And I danced into a trance in the burning Nevada sand. Babe, I swear I'm on a path. I drove to the coast with my favorite women. And in my faded tuxedo pants I waded for my baptism. I picked a conch shell up and listened, and I stared down into its cup until I felt my prism shifting. Babe, I finally understand. My best friend is a witch and a wizard. She said, "Go on head out west, go running with the lizard." I touched the rose quartz in her hand and it felt like a pyramid in the promised land. Babe, I finally understand. Go. |
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| Okkervil River – John Allyn Smith Sails Lyrics | 15 years ago |
| This song means a lot to me. John Berryman taught at the University of Minnesota (which is where I graduated from). I'm too young to have ever had him as a teacher, but my poetry professor was good friends with John and he was mentioned in our class frequently. The Washington Avenue Bridge runs from the West Bank of campus to the East Bank. He's one of many people who have jumped off of it. And The Brass Rail is a bar in downtown Minneapolis. | |
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