Daisies stand up on their tip-toes
Clouds tumble over themselves in the sky
And all the pretty horses come runnin’ to her
And even the dust devils pray
That they'll catch her eye
I haunt her house from the outside
I watch her bake cornbread and talk on the phone
And the wireless on the inside plays a sad sweet song
A mute moonlit statue am I, she waltzes alone
But baby, baby, I could call you baby
If I weren’t so empty in the head and tied up in the tongue
And baby, baby, I could call you baby
If I weren’t so green and dumb
The wind ain’t stopped blowin’ since morning
It’s got me froze up on the inside
And I could get warm in the bunk house
And thaw out on coffee and bread
But baby, baby, I could call you baby
If I weren’t so empty in the head and tied up in the tongue
But baby, baby, I could call you baby
If I weren’t so green and dumb
I need your government warning
like I need a hole in my head
Well, I won’t shoot your coyotes
And I won’t burn your weeds
Your paycheck won’t fill up this hollow
It won't dull all the aching
But baby, baby, I could call you baby
If I weren’t so empty in the head and tied up in the tongue
But baby, baby, I could call you baby
If I weren’t so green & dumb
If I weren’t so green & dumb
If I weren’t so green & dumb
If I weren’t so green & dumb
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Sorry for my long absence. I've been trying to find a good video clip of Roger Clyne and the Peacemakers, my favourite band for a couple of years now, but being an indie band it's hard to find a video with clean sound and decent visuals! This song is awesome with the whole band, but here it is with just Roger. Enjoy!
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3 comments:
This is beautiful!
Welcome back Andrea!
:-)
The lyrics are awesome! Thank you for posting them! I always enjoy reading them and i can get pictures in my head ;)
Roger Clyne's lyrics are smart, beautiful and often very funny in a raw, southwest way.
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