Lyrics:
feel
It's alright, let's just sit here you and me
We can talk or just listen to crickets
We don't have to say anything
No need to say anything
Cricket, it jumped behind the fridge
It stayed there for two days
The envy sometimes gets to me
Its never sacred rage
You never ask for anything
After dark
I can hear here are
Crickets shimmering lighting flints in sparks
Take me down so low
Take me down in the space of a week
So deep I didn't
Gave me hearing and memory
To record nature's melody
I hear the crickets and canaries
And giant hammers pounding
Thunder resounding, and the cry
Crickets singing their sound
Golden leaves on the ground
You might find something new that you wouldn't have found
If you never went slow
Only fast
So
attention to are "free beer"
So leave me here like a cricket in a matchbox
Cash in my good luck and spend it on a padlock
The bad thoughts and the whiskey
so few attention
Winston Boy
Oh!
There he is
Wasting no time, packing
Alone
You could mistake the sounds of a clock ticking
For a cricket
Charismatic, a trapped rabbit
Carpet beetle, huhu grub
Rice weevil, flatworm
Mealy bug, field cricket
Grass grub, caterpillar
Head louse, utopia
in the air
There a cricket sings alone
Ancient songs of home
Where now
Deep in the forest
That no one dares to see or know
A young spark smolders
wake I play that crickets, send out some blessings from me
No more stressing baby we don't smoke nothing less then a G
A hundred grand, a million
I throw cut on it
Track ain't cracking unless Ruck on it
Like, who the fuck want it?
Cricket noise in the background
Niggas quiet, can't do
Would never dream to shine
The deluge day-dreaming turned to pain
Blades of blood
Rained beneath
Silk teeth
I barked like a cricket flaked like
In the blue of evening
When you appear close to me, dear one
There in that dusk we'll share a dream reverie
In the blue of evening
While crickets
wrong with me
There's nothing that I won't believe
Are you listening two thousand miles from here?
Are the crickets just as clear?
Left me outside
In the thorns and the thickets
Last night I was sleepin' with
The worms and the crickets
Drinkin' jade like wine
Born from
to kick it
Pull a pump out on a chump and make him jump like Jiminy Cricket
Flippin it like a page until the damn stage is torn
So bring it on, kid,
The countryside looks bare
Without you lying in her grass
The stream is dry
And the crickets silent
There's no music in the night
I'd become smoke
And hide in
Who knows what's right
Lily you don't have to when you see the moon
You trust it's light
The crickets sing loud
Lily you can hear it in their
wave's blue
We sat and watched the moon
As crickets sung back cover tunes
Way back in May
Seven days in the sun, yeah
She's my heaven
She's a spark
a cricket ball
You knew that you'd be together
For the rest of your lives
Now you sit alone in the sun,
In the backyard, feeding the birds
Reading
and at home the stereo was on
my feet stomped the floor,
a Fender willow cricket bat
had left me wanting more.
From Julie Andrews
to Gerry Garcia
land
That was ruled by a cricket and a king
But a pauper's son would one day come
From twenty-five Upton Green
And there everyday was a place to play
their beat
Mark my name, on the clipboard, I gets raw
When I was sixteen, that's when I used to rip for it
Like Jiminy Cricket, hopping over the candle
the crickets overpowered every radio
Heard the sound of the silence
Kill my ego, kill your ego, kill all ego
And all these stars were our chandelier
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