Lyrics:
Thoreau sai da cidade
Pastor segue Thoreau
Thoreau constrói uma casa
Pastor mata Thoreau
Thoreau ressuscita
Depois do terceiro dia
Pastor tem o
a tiger
Or makes a sheep ferocious, Thoreau
If you step on the tiger's tail you'll know
Walk through the forest
Guarantee the tiger gone notice
Warn
With your head so low
Missing out on the beauty
Stunting your glow
Looking out looking out
Where the forest meets the sea
Run away like Thoreau
Fish
mattresses
After I place it down, read in full
That lovely little book titled, "I Told You So"
Yeah, you're Thoreau-ly mad
At the world
Yeah, and it
inside
Let me paraphrase Thoreau
Rather than money
Fame or fairness
What about truth?
Yes what about truth?
Somebody told me
Something of you
That all
you
A hole in the head, go!
No, you don't wait for "Waiting Godot"
Nobody comes, nobody goes
A crowd in Walden because Thoreau
Thorough Thoreau was
Wishin' I was a modern Thoreau
But I came up with this instead
If you could see yourself
Through my eyes
Your self-esteem wouldn't be
So compromised
If you
sit and watch the world burn
Swear I can hear Thoreau's grave turn
Trembling at the unwillingness to learn
Future fate, we've grown unable to discern
Transcendental like I'm Thoreau
Hope to see people rap my flows
Selling out venues more and more shows
Sell my albums at record stores
The grind gives record highs
to whores and such. Now the happy disguise?
The pill does this on its own.
And like Thoreau, it's a quiet place for me.
The sticks or the woods, it's all
that I gave up
More you got, more you got to lose
Henry David Thoreau would think I'm such a fool
For the cream in my coffee and my garage full
Your finest hour
Another chance has been engaged
To throw Thoreau and rearrange
You are following this time
I beg you not, beg to rhyme
(Oh)
Your finest hour
Another chance has been engaged
To throw Thoreau and rearrange
You are following this time
I beg you not, beg to rhyme
(Oh)
Fair play to you
Killarney's lakes are so blue
And the architecture I'm taking in with my mind
So fine
Tell me of Poe
Oscar Wilde and Thoreau
disturb ya.
Uncomplicated,
It's what we waited
For so long in this city.
Come let us go there,
Live like Thoreau there,
A life of sweet
Books on Emerson books on Thoreau
But all I read was maps of the road
And I was three thousand miles away from you
All the while I was twenty-two
sorry now?
Who's more sorry now?
You know, you know, you know
But see how much we owe
Not much I suppose
For Henry David Thoreau
I said but
Thoreau
And listen to sweetheart of the rodeo
So long city of angels
Goodbye Sunset and Vine
I'm leaving for Oklahoma
Adios Hollywood sign
You'd cover my face when you'd fuck me
We were intimate without intimacy
Like a gutter punk-tuation
In a foreign conversation
I feel like Thoreau
You'd cover my face when you'd fuck me
We were intimate without intimacy
Like a gutter punk-tuation
In a foreign conversation
I feel like Thoreau
You'd cover my face when you'd fuck me
We were intimate without intimacy
Like a gutter punk-tuation
In a foreign conversation
I feel like Thoreau
Stuck at a bus stop, reading H. D. Thoreau
The smell of asphalt makes it hard to swallow
Another heat wave, becoming all that we know
We should've
wit them black slacks and black macs
And all of em gutta thoreau with that gangsta
Nigga we blow perk we don't blow reggie with them wankstas
I'm
to believe in the end
(Back in time I ramble)
You have to believe this is the end
(All left behind I ramble)
(H. D. Thoreau I ramble)
This is the end
(Nowhere
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