Kayo Dot lyrics
Kayo Dot lyrics
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Sell A Lot Of Beer Lyrics
My name ain't up in lights But I'm a hero in this bar And I play four big shows a night With just me and my guitar I don't make a lot of money And I don
My name ain't up in lights But I'm a hero in this bar And I play four big shows a night With just me and my guitar I don't make a lot of money And I don
Dust fills my Mouth with a Timeless Poltergeist Rapping
Lightly upon a Dusty Door;
It Locks the Days together
Yesterday
This Artefact wasn't rightly so.
Flanked by Shelves incorporating me into their Lonely Dream,
I search for Tremors lying Weeping
'Neath the Broken Tiled Floor
Weeping with a Broken Madness,
Weeping for the Day B
Wash Us Away Lyrics
On the very first decade that we got to dream in Our fathers were angry, our mother's were screamin' At the clothes we were wearin' and the music we got off on Hitler wa
efore.On the very first decade that we got to dream in Our fathers were angry, our mother's were screamin' At the clothes we were wearin' and the music we got off on Hitler wa
Tarnished Silver in the Cupboard soothes
The Fathoms of my Aching Silver Beard;
Like Shining Eyes scoured by
A Sour Creaking Gait,
Cataracts dim the
Eloquence that wore
The Shining Cloak of younger Pride,
And This was Long,
Long before their Careless Keeper died.
A Revenant spread its Foul Curse to Every Living Thing
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By Talismans of Poignant Lethargy.
Tales Twilit bear their Ruin'd Words
To this Ghoulish Scenery,
Slouching over Candlelight
Extinguished in another Century.
The Grandfather Clock once Told its Beads,
While Outside the Branches
Bowed their Windows slightly Out of Key.
And this Downstairs, w
Pop Shit Lyrics
[Conversation]: Keep everything on Blaze always Nigga this only nineteen thousand (yo check this shit out) I want my thousand dollars now I dont
here a[Conversation]: Keep everything on Blaze always Nigga this only nineteen thousand (yo check this shit out) I want my thousand dollars now I dont
Forlorn Clock has long since Lost its Faith,
And a House's Stale Breath sighs like the
Whispers of a Wraith.
Spiders Decorate an Appearance
That stretches Gnarled Hands
Back into a Relinquished Parlour Game;
Wisps of Ghostly Languor hinting faintly of Perique
Ring the Ancyent Air and Fade,
Murmuring of Things Antique.