Friday, January 06, 2006

landlocked blues - lyrics by bright eyes

if you walk, away i'll walk away
first tell me which road you will take
i don't wanna risk our paths crossing someday
so you walk that way, i'll walk this way

and the future hangs over our heads
and it moves with each current event
until it falls all around like a cold, steady rain
just stay in when it's looking this way

and the moon's laying low in the sky
forcing everything metal to shine
and the sidewalk holds diamonds
like a jewelry store case
they argue walk this way, now walk this way

and laura's asleep in my bed
as i'm leaving she wakes up and says
i dreamed you were carried away
on the crest of a wave
baby don't go away, come here

and there's kids playing guns in the street
and one's pointing his tree branch at me
so i put my hands up
i say enough is enough
if you walk away, i'll walk away
and he shot me dead

i found a liquid cure for my landlocked blues
it will pass away like a slow parade
it's leaving but i don't know how soon

the world's got me dizzy again
you'd think after 22 years i'd be used to the spin
and it only feels worse when i stay in one place
so i'm always pacing around or walking away

and i keep drinking the ink from my pen
and i'm balancing history books upon my head
but it all boils down to one quotable phrase
'if you love something give it away'

a good woman will pick you apart
a box full of suggestions for your possible heart
and you may be offended and you may be afraid
but don't walk away, don't walk away

we made love on the living room floor
with the noise in the background from a televised war
and in the deafening pleasure
i thought i heard someone say
if we walk away, they'll walk away

but greed is a bottomless pit
and our freedom's a joke we're just taking a piss
and the whole world must watch the sad comic display
if you're still free start running away
cause we're coming for ya

i've grown tired of holding this pose
i feel more like a stranger each time i come home
so i'm making a deal with the devils of fame
saying let me walk away, please

you'll be free, child, once you have died
from the shackles of language and measurable time
and then we can trade places, play musical grace
till then walk away, walk away, walk away

so i'm up at dawn
puttin' on my shoes
i just want to make
a clean escape
i'm leaving but i don't know where to
i know i'm leaving but i don't know where to

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