Lyrics:
Yellow baby, a yellow baby is a bad sign.
But I don't mind, I don't mind.
Ohhh, Forsythia.
Spider monkey, a spider monkey is a good lie.
But I
knew
Bright as a forsythia bush in bloom
When the light's right
Early April, late afternoon
Kept a buckeye in my pocket
Horseshoe by the door
Silence in the shadow night
Insecurities came to light
Blooming overnight like
The forsythia tree
Out the window from me
And every night the dark
Pack up memory boxes
Pull up garden roots
Tell your boss you're leaving
Baby we must move
Oh the spring
Feels much warmer here
Forsythia
In bloom for
Bouncin underneath the lights
And you're drinkin juice on the countertop
Stained your lips black and blue
Maybe you forgot about forsythias
The forsythia’s stronger than you
I guess you’re fucked, what can I do?
We’d never had enough
time and since him being
the only one on the scene for a sin, forsooth, so lowly, on second sight on
my part, Lord, just call me Forsythia
the bark of The Great Tree
Forsythia leaned over blood veins in the stream
The pussy willow leaned to peak at the scene
Of your tattered brown dress dangling
You got me in bloom
Into my eyes, ears, heart
A pearly forsythia um, um
Everything feels
Wonderful, different
With the flowers bloomed with me
There lie scraps of a tussle with the robin
Many feathers linger on my yard
And the forsythia still grows, still grows, still grows, still grows
Of something oh so sweet
Long enough for the drupe's
Hard pits
To settle in our soft stomachs
Forsythia flowers fumble
To shake away
Mid-april snow
Still faring
brother when we were children
Made forsythia a kingdom
Until the brambles got the best of us
Until they took our swords away from us.
Children hurry, don't
rolls you like a skiff rolls on the sea
and she makes you bloom like forsythia in the spring
if the light she brings
gives you a whole new view
then don't
Des bourdonnements d'abeilles
Dans les massifs en corbeilles
Des brassées de forsythias
Mars et l'hiver à la trappe !
Parfums d'avril, fleurs en
dérisoires
Propos du temps et de la pluie
Vivants toujours dans ma mémoire
Je sais les mots qu'elle aurait dit
Nous irons au marché du bourg
Le forsythia y
Crooked old house by the side of the road
With a fairytale patina
Little pottery shack with a barn in the back
And a crooked wall of stone
Forsythia
And the forsythia leaves
In the shade
Lay with me
Tickled by
The feather reed
That's where the trees grow old
Under the ivy's hold
As you in my two arms
Honey I'm getting home a little earlier
Than I expected today
The daffodils and forsythia are in full bloom
And I'm wearin' yellow sunglasses
life in the breeze
I could feel you with me
When I couldn't feel a thing
You showed yourself to me like
Forsythia in the Spring
I can feel you with me
printemps forsythia
aux paillettes en folie
achtung vouvou tata
tita dong-dong song for me
achtung vouvou tata
lucas look at me
t'as mis les cœurs
printemps forsythia
aux paillettes en folie
achtung vouvou tata
tita dong-dong song for me
achtung vouvou tata
lucas look at me
t'as mis les cœurs à nu
dans
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