Bryan John Appleby все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы
BackseatYou were hiding in the backseat of my Lincoln
Underneath a blanket with your head against the door
And I was already halfway through Ohio
When I heard your soft voice singing to a song on the radio
I crept out in the darkness of the morning
Past our sleeping father, a cold cigar lying at his feet
He was surrounded by his books down in the parlor
Cliffs Along The SeaI want to come back down
To the cliffs along the sea
I would love to feel your hair
So soft and wild and sweet
I wish I could do what I wanted
I would take you through these woods
We would live beside the water
Honey JarsI pick up a broken comb
Run it through my thin grey hair
Though I don’t have any plans tonight
I’m not going anywhere
Well, I should’ve seen this coming
Don’t know why I’m surprised
Every vessel on its way down
Takes with it the captain’s life
The Rider. The Horse. The LandYou fill my cup and I fill yours
You fill my cup and I fill yours
You sang over me, with a tambourine in your hand
About the rider, the horse, and the land
You sang over me, with a tambourine in your hand
About the rider, the horse, and the land