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from Amy Millan - Honey From The Tombs (2006)
Today I'm sinkin' lower than the sun does on a Sunday
And I look around But you're nowhere and I don't know If I can pick up, because when I wake up You're still gone And all the water in you is putting out the fire in me And all the miles have no sympathy Then tomorrow comes, and you're knocking at my door And I forget it all I forget that I spend every night thinkin' of your hands Trying to make myself understand that I, I will love you anyway Yeah, I'll keep on lo-lo-lovin' you anyway Yeah, I'll keep on lo-lo-lovin' you anyway Today, I'm sinking lower than the sun does on a Sunday And I look around But you're nowhere, and I don't know If I can pick up, because when I wake up You're still gone Yeah, I'll keep on lo-lo-lovin' you anyway (Gone) Yeah, I'll keep on lo-lo-lovin' you anyway (Gone) |
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from Amy Millan - Honey From The Tombs (2006)
I feel as blue as the blue in your eyes
I feel as old as the old man telling lies I feel as lucky as a horseshoe on the door But I don't think I can take this world no more No I don't think I can take it anymore Ain't it hard to keep your eyes closed sometimes Ain't it hard to turn away Ain't it hard to feel the sunshine sometimes It feels just like another rainy day I feel more burdened as the bourbon starts to seep Hoping it will help me get to sleep I feel as lonesome as the woman in the moon Hoping that you'll be beside me soon I'm hoping that you'll lie next to me soon. |
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from Amy Millan - Honey From The Tombs (2006)
It's too cold by the window
and too hot by the fire The porch light is burnt out and the sky looks tired It's all wrong while your gone It's all wrong while your gone The bedroom is like a Monday and the phone is my only song The nights a broken radio even the dogs face is long It's all wrong while your gone It's all wrong while your gone Come home and the birds will bring you honey Come home and flowers will bloom Come home are you as lonesome Come home soon I can hear your wheels turn on the lonely highway Ice kicked up in the February sun of the town Thunderbay It's all wrong while your gone It's all wrong while your gone Come home and the birds will bring you honey Come home and flowers will bloom Come home are you as lonesome Come home soon East to west, north to south, blind in the pines of highway 69 Thirty loads in thirty nights, thirty cities and dirty dashboard days It's all wrong while your gone It's all wrong while your gone Come home and the birds will bring you honey Come home and flowers will bloom Come home are you as lonesome Come home soon Come home soon Come home soon |
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from Amy Millan - Honey From The Tombs (2006)
I have a hard hearted island
Where I live alone I've seen my love grow big as a mountain And scatter like ashes and bones These things I have forgotten Memory I've left behind Something was always drifting away So I'll stay It may be the night it might be the morning Never again will I weep I've got the wind blowing beside me And the water to sing me to sleep That sky can do my crying Seasons can have my goodbyes The city can keep all its history And leave me I have been beat I'm not defeated Not bitter not bound and not meek When disappointed is a slow burning fire Let it drown under the sound of my feet |
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from Amy Millan - Honey From The Tombs (2006)
He brings out the whiskey in me
When it's later than night-time and all that's good is asleep He brings out the whiskey in me We were just thirteen years old When my daddy's liquor cabinet That was usually closed Is where we found Canadian gold When you're gettin over troubles around When you're gettin over lovers that have let you down When you're paying for the past It all don't seem so bad When ice is ringing in your whiskey glass I can hear the first morning train It's quarter to dawn and the bottle's gone Go to sleep before the sun gets strong It's all wrong while your gone It's all wrong while your gone When you're gettin over troubles around When you're gettin over lovers that have let you down When you're paying for that past it all don't seem so bad when ice is ringing in your whiskey glass He brings out the whiskey in me When it's later than night-time and all that's good is asleep He brings out the whiskey in me |
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from Amy Millan - Honey From The Tombs (2006)
My heads all filled with memories
and yesterday is on her knees I'm stuck inside the sleepy web When I'm led into a deeper blue There's cash stashed up in the hills A flood of mud and dollar bills I'm just looking for a piece of bread When I'm led into a deeper blue Melting under the brassy sun Dusted and spangled all tangled and done Melting under the brassy sun Dusted and spangled all tangled and done My heads all filled with memories And tomorrow's dog is growling at me I'm parked beside the murky ebb When I'm led into a deeper blue |
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from Amy Millan - Honey From The Tombs (2006)
Blablabla and everyone be quiet
The machine has come between me and my love It's hopeful but doubtful for tomorrow so pour me up another before bed Lady love has only seen me crying and the nights have forgotten who I am but singing is always easy when you're drinking so pour me up another before bed If you would take and embrace me in your arms I would stay and dedicate my heart watch you go when the day breaks so pour me up another before bed pour me up another before bed |
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from Amy Millan - Honey From The Tombs (2006)
Come along, Ruby
Where have you gone? You've got eyes like the North Dakota sun Got lips like an ocean and skin like the rain Whole lot of whisky and wine and propane. Took me to Nashville to sing with the band And then you left me in Tulsa sleepin' in the van A dollar and a daisy is all that you left Lock up my heart and forget about the rest Lock up my heart, forget about the rest A year and a day is all that its been My Ruby's still singin' and I'm drinkin' gin. Lost all my money on the Saratoga track Lost all my time hopin' you would come back Lost all my time hopin' you would come back Come along, Ruby Where have you gone? You've got eyes like the North Dakota sun Got lips like an ocean and skin like the rain I wonder if I'll ever see you again? |
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from Amy Millan - Honey From The Tombs (2006)
skinny boy, all bones no lies
you're so miserable in the mornings will you will wait up for me? it's sordid and I can't find my feet and you've got lips I could spend a day with. skinny boy, somewhere some prostitution. some devour some doubt some dance. they're coming with swords through the backdoor, and there you are on the fence with those lips I could spend a day with. when it's done, i'll drink champagne to the lonely lonely in me monday, tuesday so lonely wednesday, thursday only me friday, saturday only me here comes sunday… |
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from Amy Millan - Honey From The Tombs (2006)
Man made moons they go on one by one
When the sun is done for the day That's when the girls come by through the silver blinds We'll watch the drinking lie on the pavement That's our sentiment Down by the railway the bicycles are there An apocalyptic fair for the alive It's a sign the messengers they bring With their stainless steel wings on a 45 That plays our lullaby |
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