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Live from Las Vegas at the Palms [Itunes Exclusive] (My Morning Jacket) · Wild Palms [Original Soundtrack] (Lou Christie) · Palms & Runes, Tarot & Tea: A Michael Penn Collection (Michael Penn) · iTunes Live from Las Vegas at the Palms (Hinder) · Doo Wop Under the Palms (Five Boroughs) · Palms (Palms) · Wild Palms (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Palms (Palms) · 1000 Palms (Surfer Blood) · 29 Palms / Whole Lotta Love (Robert Plant) – and 90 other albums »


29 Palms

She's a yip-yip-yippy-eyed dolly
A new kinda gal of the west
And yip-yip-yippy by-golly
Whatever she does, she does her best

She
palms
She got twenty-nine cadillacs
Twenty-nine sables from sach's
They came from twenty-nine fellas who never had their arms
Around the lady from 29
again
And parted on the shore

The Angelus rang out upon the sea
I saw her kneel and say a prayer for me
When winter's gone and spring is on
I'll
again
And parted on the shore;
The Angelus rang out upon the sea
I saw her kneel and say a prayer for me
When winter's gone and spring is on
I'll
And parted on the shore

The Angelus rang out upon the sea
I saw her kneel and say a prayer for me
When winter's gone and spring is on
I'll meet her by
strolled where the Andes kiss the sky 
Through palms filled with silken moss 
'Twas there that we cried and kissed goodbye 
By the light of the Southern
a daredevil slide
Rosy-cheeked bundles of cold-weather clothes
Hear the winter winds howl
Pierced by the hoot of an owl
Fingers of frost take a nip at my nose
to give

There's palm trees and milky machine guns
And sunsets that melt like a gem in the sea
Hours and hours of televised time
And occasional pieces
strolled where the Andes kiss the sky 
Through palms filled with silken moss 
'Twas there that we cried and kissed goodbye 
By the light of the Southern
It's winter-fall
Read skies are gleaming, oh
Sea-gulls are flyin' over
Swans are floatin' by
Smoking chimney-tops
Am I dreaming?
Am I dreaming?
It's winter-fall
Read skies are gleaming, oh
Sea-gulls are flyin' over
Swans are floatin' by
Smoking chimney-tops
Am I dreaming
Am I dreaming?
Baby woke me from an awful dream
Rotten traffics by the sea
Just up from her father's place
Cutting through an empty space
The trash will turn
It's winter-fall
Read skies are gleaming, oh
Sea-gulls are flyin' over
Swans are floatin' by
Smoking chimney-tops
Am I dreaming
Am I dreaming?
All on a winter's day
I ordered up a cup of rich brown memories
Sat and I watched the sea

What happened to you, man, you used to be so free
When
strolled where the Andes kiss the sky 
Through palms filled with silken moss 
'Twas there that we cried and kissed goodbye 
By the light of the Southern
brews

A concert of kings
As the white sea snaps
At the heels of a soft prayer
Whispered

In the wee hours I'll meet you
Down by Dun Ringill
Oh,
A concert of kings
As the white sea snaps
At the heels of a soft prayer
Whispered
In the wee hours I'll meet you
Down by Dun Ringill 
Oh, and I'll take
the sea
I have walked under moon and stars.

In the lonely financial zone
By the sea
I have walked on cold winter nights.
I've stood in awe, so
You thought the leaden winter
Would bring you down forever
But you rode upon a steamer
To the violence of the sun

And the colors of the sea
Well you country fools in your one horse town, you can laugh at me.
It's plain as rain that you've never been down to the southern sea.
To see me
again and parted on the shore

The angels wings reached out upon the sea
I saw her kneel and say a prayer for me
When winters gone and spring is on
I
Laid back in Low Key, you and me on that white powered beach
Side by side with the sand and the sea, laid back in Low Key

Gentle roar of the wave
hey

And Fred well he's down from Nova Scotia again
He's sailing the seas on the palm of the wind
And he's going off to Cuba that Canadian
From
wide
The worlds have lost their voice
You remember your morning flowing to the endless sea

When days are getting short
And winter comes along
Your
White chalk stands against time
White chalk cutting down the sea at Lyme
I walk families by the Cerne
On a path cut fifteen hundred years ago

And I