"We are all lovers, and every heart can break. And springtime is always a beautiful minefield strewn with honeysuckle and thorny roses..."
All the Morning Birds
A song by Jolie Holland
by three a.m. all the morning birds will be crying and that old highway will be sighing and my dreams feel as cold as my bones on the long walk home. And my coat is old and growin thin and my feet are numb and stumbling and its many the thought of a long lost friend that comes to me again and again....
And I want to thank my Sarah Bell who blessed me more than words can tell and who picked me straight up out of hell, and I miss her real bad but I love her well. And I remember Don Clancy as a wild young man, but I haven't seen hide nor hair of him since he lost his mind and was born again off the coast of Oregon.
Oh where are you now, oh where are you now and do you ever think of me? I'm telling you now, you are the stars that I'll follow endlessly, endlessly, endlessly, oh....
Well, I'm singin this song but it won't take long. On these frozen streets I'm half way home and the sky above me forms a beautiful dome, of blue and pink and starry gold.
Oh where are you now, oh where are you now and do you ever think of me? I'm telling you now, you are the stars that I'll follow endlessly, endlessly, endlessly ....
All the Morning Birds
A song by Jolie Holland
by three a.m. all the morning birds will be crying and that old highway will be sighing and my dreams feel as cold as my bones on the long walk home. And my coat is old and growin thin and my feet are numb and stumbling and its many the thought of a long lost friend that comes to me again and again....
And I want to thank my Sarah Bell who blessed me more than words can tell and who picked me straight up out of hell, and I miss her real bad but I love her well. And I remember Don Clancy as a wild young man, but I haven't seen hide nor hair of him since he lost his mind and was born again off the coast of Oregon.
Oh where are you now, oh where are you now and do you ever think of me? I'm telling you now, you are the stars that I'll follow endlessly, endlessly, endlessly, oh....
Well, I'm singin this song but it won't take long. On these frozen streets I'm half way home and the sky above me forms a beautiful dome, of blue and pink and starry gold.
Oh where are you now, oh where are you now and do you ever think of me? I'm telling you now, you are the stars that I'll follow endlessly, endlessly, endlessly ....
posted by SPOA | 8:19 PM
1 Comments:
Great blog!
And thank you for leaving such a beautiful song for nightbirds and early birds who wake up in the middle of the night with a taste of past pleasures still on their lips. With dreams of a girl who was afraid of dying and a yearning to roam the internet.
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