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terça-feira, fevereiro 01, 2005
  farmer in the city


a crónica do all music é insuperável:

tilt é o vento que fustiga as catedrais góticas
a prova que o metal machine music podia ser assobiado


This night you
are mistaken
And neighbors all say he's got no friendsHis friends all say they've got him by the balls
Look up, you might even stop the starsLook up, might even stop the scars

i'm a farmer
in the city
Zodiac killer needs that crack, he wants you backHe's waiting in the bars
Dark farm
houses
against the
sky
Can't follow a man from RenoFollow a man from IzmirFollow a man from WyomingCan't follow his waving heatherFollow this angry weatherA man from Sarajevo
Every night
i must wonder why
Running out of luckRunning out of luckIn the midnight
Harness on the
left nail keeps
wrinkling wrinkling
Look up, you might even stop the starsLook up, might even stop the scarsZodiac killer needs that crack, he wants you backHe's waiting in the bars
Then higher above
me - e e so o
e e e so o o
After midnightAfter midnightAfter midnightAfter midnightAfter midnightAfter midnight.



 




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