J. Tillman все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы
Cecille, My LoveOh, Cecille my love
How can it be
That one so small
Should carry me
When I am weak?
Oh, Cecille my love
The river holds the gun
Crooked Roofgrey skies forming up ahead
you light up like a cigarette
records playing on the set
we dont have a long time left
you call out, you call out every time
i pass thru the hall
that's where your pictures are
James BluesJames incurred the wrath
Of a jealous woman
Not long after that
Spending all his weekends
Trying to relearn
How a young man yearns after a nurse
Poor, poor James
lilac hemFollow the rings around my eyes
Down the back
And outside
Cross the trees our children climb
All alone
It dresses down
Wave goodbye
Wave goodbye
Steel on SteelIt was a long walk to the parked car
Keep your head down, keep your hands warm
I already can't see straight
Miles and miles from where we began
And I heard steel on steel
Blinding light and grating wheels
Everything moves so fast