Hawksley Workman все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

You can tell by the wind
By fresh cut wood
All stacked to dry
That autumn's here
It makes you sad
About the crummy
Summer we had
With pine trees creaking

another summer wasted in the battlefords
on a banana seat bike with a hockey card in the spokes
a friend of ours who's dad stopped his car by said that ""he better get home""
he said ""you're gonna get a beating. you're gonna get the beating of your life""

nutrasweet and fresca and pop shop
and all the best of what a baby sitter could afford
with enough negotiation and freckled smile

It's the first snow of the year guess it happens once a year oh glory and dogs in the
neighborhood are going crazy and even all the old ones that are usually lazy i
wonder will it stay for good i wonder will it be here in the morning when i wake
up to meet the day will the fresh white snow still around me lay i know that by
february my thoughts on snow will be contrary but this is now and then is then so
put the bicycles away and clear the walkways with a borrowed shovel and i heard
this year was gonna be trouble if you thought last year was bad this year's
supposed to be double but you can never ever tell and it's probably just as well

Goodbye to radio,
goodbye to the things that we know.
And calculate passages,
and bloom like a tiger lily in july.

And lovers will die,
and lovers will rise past the darkness we've seen.
So stop tellin lies,

Its so cold here and I miss you
And I can’t help feeling broken
I treat myself like I’m not fragile
Like there's no care to be taken
I was up last night just thinking
A hundred reasons to be sorry
Why don’t you come and lay beside me
Seems theres too much now that’s vacant

This summer I'm gonna get us a motorbike
To ride us up to Ilfracombe
And over the ravenscliffe
And it won't be the fancy kind
Ride before the easy wind
And take me in the corners
Be careful to hold on tight
And we would never highway ride

No muscle man, no candy cane
No pack of sexy starving wolves
No money talking, moonlight walking
Lady shocking, big crow cocking
Those ladybugs can go to blazes
Here and there go pretty faces
All of this don't mess my stuffing
Only one thing got me huffing

Walkman and a BMX
We both know what happens next
Before god created sex
There was just a dream
Just a dream

Black and white and local news
Wrangler jeans and Jordache shoes

And every windscreen wiper
Is raised up for the snow
Couldn't make it to the bathroom
From the portable through the cold

I know we both hate changing
We're just like waterfalls
We try to beat them all

You slept through the last small town
I'll wake you up when the next one comes around
You're eyes are closed, like you truly believe
You're safe and sound with me

No looking back, no turning into salt
The city was crumbling but baby we're not to fault
When things got too rough, I promised you we'd leave

In your underclothes
You went out for a smoke
I call you in
Just before the storm begins

Your last breath of smoke
You let out in the room
It makes a cloud

Stop joking around for one minute
I'd rather cry right now
And play those sad notes on the piano
Let the rest of the band go home

'Cause I'll lead you until morning
Please be here until the morning
Hold my hand until the morning

In a house thats by the tracks
I want, I want you back
In a dress that's faded black
I want you back, I want you back

All the ways my mother taught me how
I want, I want you now
In any place you'll allow

This is just a prayer for those who need one
There's a little church i know in the dale
Where they sing a song so sweet, to my saviour who is calling me
Sweet, sweet, I just have to breathe hallelujah, sweet hallelujah

I'll meet you before the dew has left the fern leaves
We'll listen together at the bell rings from the dale
and it summones me with a sound so sweet, like my saviour who is calling me

I wish the telephone had not been invented
Because I keep picking it up to say
Stupid things to you

The rain has stopped for now
But I know it's not ended

No sense in trying

your naked body on the beach
seagulls bring you soft ice cream
your naked body on the beach
it's just nice to see, it's just nice to be here where the land meets the sea
where the waves beg to move as gracefully as your naked body on the beach

a little story, this one's black
you almost had a heart attack