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Lungs
02:45
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I'm a make my way just me and the wind
La de da da hitting that hard traveling
Old friend I don't know how to begin
So let me sing you a song like I would have sung
When I was twenty two and my heart was young
And these lungs they could make you come undone
Yeah these lungs
She said we could live so peacefully
Settle on down leave your wind to the trees
I said Lordy me that don't sound much like being free
I said Lordy me
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Antarctica
05:03
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Well I could hold you in my sorrow
but my sorrow'd be to sad to let you go
And I could tell you not to follow
me but I know you'd come out searching high and low
So if you see me looking worried
if you see me out there studying the trees
My trouble's always been the weather
I'm like a leaf just waiting on his dying breeze
Now you and me we lived on the meadow
or at least we lived where the meadow used to grow
Let's give 'em hell you'd say each morning
before we'd go our separate ways down the plateau
I'm every shade of feeling sorry
I'm every memory we twisted into truth
My trouble still hangs in the weather
I'm like the mountain waiting on the earth to move, to move
But I remember standing on the Brooklyn bridge
you in that leather jacket feeling like we were still kids
pack up the car let's drive to Canada to Antarctica wait for the ice to thaw
And if we wake up in a couple of years
and I'm still standing on this corner selling songs to empty ears
well it's like you always used to say I'd rather die than fade away
Now I've been taking in the winter
I've been walking 'round inside my leaky boots
And every night the rain comes over
and she cries herself to sleep up on my roof
Well I swear you wouldn't recognize me
I don't even know the lines on my own face
My trouble's still up with the weather
I'm like the thunder waiting on the sky to break, to break
But I remember standing on the Brooklyn bridge
you in that leather jacket feeling like we were still kids
pack up the car let's drive to Canada to Antarctica wait for the ice to thaw
And if we wake up in a couple of years
and I'm still standing here on this corner selling songs to empty ears
well it's like you always used to say I'd rather die than fade away
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Galen Ash Larkspur, California
Galen Ash hits on strings and things in the San Francisco Bay Area
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