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High and Dry (Maroon Town) · 7th Heaven: Music of the Spheres: The Complete Singles Collection (The 13th Floor Elevators) · 7th Heaven: Music of the Spheres The Complete Singles Collection (The 13th Floor Elevators) · Energy Rush: 7th Heaven (Hutchinson, Hutch) · 7th Heaven (Hutchinson, Hutch) · High & Dry (Radiohead) · High & Dry [#1] (Radiohead) · High & Dry [Vinyl] (Radiohead) · High & Dry/India Rubber [Single] (Radiohead) · High & Dry (Radiohead) – and 90 other albums »


to the heaven's high when you're confined in here?
Do you not ever wonder why these leaden tears will never dry?
They'll leave behind so many shadows
Living in me,
to the heaven's high when you're confined in here? 
Do you not ever wonder why these leaden tears will never dry? 
They'll leave behind so many shadows in my mind
their winds across the mountains 
A life that's never safe and dry 
Rodeos and riding high 
Ladies and their men get by 
On six-guns and white
(Daddy what if the sun stop shinin' what would happen then)
If the sun stopped shinin' you'd be so surprised
You'd stare at the heavens with wide
High rise, veins of the avenue
Bright eyes and subtle variations of blue
Everywhere is balanced there like a rainbow above you

Street lights glisten
lonely yell
Of the stars seem you could tough them
As you lay and gaze on high
At the heavens where we're hoping
We'll be going when we die
go a-tickling by 
Have a high time, burn money in the meantime 
They bleed you dry 
Those suckers are smaller than life 
Oh Moronica Queen
line
People in shantees
Feel the train go by
The billboards overhead
Advertising high-rises
Build a better tomorrow today

The man next to me
(Daddy what if the sun stop shinin' what would happen then)
If the sun stopped shinin' you'd be so surprised
You'd stare at the heavens with wide
stopped growin' why you'd probably cry
And the ground would be watered by the tears from your eyes
And like your love for me the grass would grow so high
I’m trying to say
That we ain’t gonna die today
Right now I’m wide awake
Rock solid, head held high
Hands stay clean ‘till the well go dry
Right
days when it flies on by 
Heaven knows 
There are days when it drags 
Though it may seem to be on your side 
Turn around, it?s left you high and dry
been fed to the lions
Left high and dry by the 8th circle of hell
Where are the spoils?
I want the ticker tape parade
Damn these filthy rats
Nice girls are writing in journals
Things they wish they'd done
And all their bad sisters are walking high wires
Counting the days in a month
when he made this land

The Lord said yes, there's a plenty on hand
But I left it down by the Rio Grande
The fact is ol' boy, the stuff is so poor
I
down to the spirit store
We'll drink till we just
Can't drink anymore

Raise your glasses high
Drink the cellar dry

Well, bloody my nose
And the ground would be wathered by the tears from your eyes
And then like your love for me the grass would grow so high
Yes the grass would start growin' again
stopped growin' why you'd probably cry
And the ground would be watered by the tears from your eyes
And like your love for me the grass would grow so high
where they stash it
You can try to get high
You can feel alive
But the reality, your soul dry
You gotta find anybody with a better high
You ain't
conversation
She turned the harpoon and it pierced my heart
She hung herself around my neck
From the Time-Life-Guardians in their conscience bubbles
Safe and dry
a major cry
He left you high and dry
But in your mind's eye you still love him
I wish that I could be as half as rich as him
And have you loving me by
in the heavens are blazin' tonight
The moon she is glidin' on high
And the drum roll of liberty beats in my heart
As the warm winds of change blow by
a ladder you can climb

Well if your pacific rivers all run dry
Their clouds will fill my loud corrupted sky
And if the pleasures of your heavens ever
guardians in their conscience bubbles
Safe and dry in my sea of troubles
Nine to Fives, with suitable ties
While I`m cast adrift as their sideshow,
guardians in their conscience bubbles,
Safe and dry in my sea of troubles.
Nine to Fives, with suitable ties,
While I`m cast adrift as their sideshow,