Lyrics:
Joe’s Airfield is where we gotta go.
Joe will take us flying over the poison of our woes.
Joe’s Airfield will cure your year.
Oooh.
Joe’s Airfield
Along the edge of this airfield
The old prop-shaft airliners stand
Altimeters reading zero
Formless memories lingering
Nights are cold on this
she's lovin' someone differently
Drivin' past the airfield
Flyin' by a memory
It's almost like you lived here
It's like you're almost lived here
I THINK WE'RE LIVIN' IN THE GOOD OLD DAYS
(Red Simpson - Dean Holloway)
« © '68 Airfield Music »
I think we're livin' in the good old days
So
minded nigga that's hasty to give credit
Full of hostile overtones mixed with wack edits
They heavily defended airfields
But they bodies rot behind
In my daddy's car to the airfield
Blanket on the hood, backs against the windshield
Back then this thing was running on momentum, love and trust
That
With an airfield plan
I caught a boy fall out of the sky
What do you know about this world anyway
Ameri-Ameri-Ameri-Ameri-Amer-American
In
With an airfield plan
I caught a boy fall out of the sky
What do you know about this world anyway
Ameri-Ameri-Ameri-Ameri-Amer-American
In
With an airfield plan
I caught a boy fall out of the sky
What do you know about this world anyway?
Ameri, Ameri, Ameri, Ameri, American
Ameri,
The river makes final call
Out at the edge of town
Where airfield runs water down
Coyote crosses old tracks
And hops on the Light-Rail Max
And if you
the ambulance, ho
Ice in my cup, December 24
Smoke get me higher than the airfield though
Mama told me, "Never ever fear though"
.45 bigger than a elephant
of blackouts, bad mental health so
Both cops, each arm, alarm
No harm, disarm, pat down, do the body check
Next thing I was walking on the airfield
Back
that are empty
Lights from the airfield shining upon you
Nothing can stop this, not now, I love you
They're not gonna get us
They're not gonna get
that are empty
Lights from the airfield shining upon you
Nothing can stop this, not now, I love you
They're not gonna get us
They're not gonna get
It was required that an airfield be built
Work was undertaken urgently
The runway stretched back to the barren hills
From the rocky edge
gave me a nickname
Ghost-Bro
I like staring out the window and Tesco
Eat my biscuits in the window
Watch the airfield glow subside
And since now that
go the long con?
All I got's a guitar and some shitty folk songs
Oh no
Airfield: heat kiss asphalt
One lone thought: was it all my fault?
Look
airfield
I'm guided by the beauty of our weapons
of sync and out of time
Bless your cotton socks
For honey in a box
Abandoned airfield, there's no planes
Nosey neighbours at their windowpanes
Cornfields
Jim Cobb is laying on the airfield dead at this moment
Remember though this Oliver woman said she
She'd come over and kill me if her son wouldn't
clap that ass like pearl harbor, finna bomb the airfield
Get that kiss from the rose and i'm feelin like im seal
Post my shit on myspace, fuck a record
all doomed, right from the start
Walking by the airfield, the planes took off around us
And that's just how we liked it, because that's just how we
it
Remembering the days when
We lived in the basement
Who would've thought
We'd be moving on up
Just like Curtis Mayfield
Meet me at the airfield
Ready
Johnson
At the small airfield
Waiting for the next big plane
Book Johnson
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
It never came
Book Johnson
Book Johnson
I'm sorry
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