Lyrics:
a winter's day
And in the long ago
The dusty road to Bethlehem was
Trod by many feet
And in that throng, a donkey walked
A donkey small and gray
As donkeys
Gonna lay my burden down
Lay my body in the ground
Cold clay against my skin
But I don't care at all
Can't seem to find my piece of mind
So
old times
hit me up with feets so right
It's the weekend hopin we can chill again sort of like we use to
'cause you know its over due
maybe we can
miss Mayberry
Sitting on the porch drinking ice cold cherry coke
Where everything is black and white
Picking on a six string
When people pass by
you're cold as a night
Six feet under
I can't help but wonder
If our grave was watered by the rain
Bloom
Bloom
Again
Help, I lost myself again
There's four feet of ground in front of the barn
That's sun baked and rain soaked and part of the farm
But now it lies empty, so cold and so bare
the boys had stayed behind
While mother tended to her chores, they wandered from her side
The two had gone to follow him and lost their way instead
By dusk
There's four feet of ground in front of the barn
That's sun baked and rain soaked and part of the farm
But now it lies empty, so cold and so bare
Words and Music by Alan Jay Lerner and Frederick Loewe
All I want is a room somewhere
Far away from the cold night air
With one enormous chair
we gettin' lost but we know who we am (true story)
By the, by the, by the, by the some-some-somethin'
Treat that last part like you niggas ain't
his long yellow hair,
And also by his feet.
She plunged him into well water, where
It runs both cold and deep.
"Lie there, lie there, Love Henry,"
confused when you mix up the dates
Whoa
Don't gimme the pretend you come for the weekend
And you stay for the week
You say that you hate it but that's
confused when you mix up the dates
Whoa
Don't gimme the pretend you come for the weekend
And you stay for the week
You say that you hate it but that's
going up on a Tuesday
Might come down on a Wednesday
Check just cleared on a Thursday
I'ma blow it all by the weekend
I'ma run it up in a month
I'ma
Poolside dip my feet in
Drive through the city on the weekend
Listen close don't miss the sequence
I might need to hit that blunt again
It's a bummer
the office is a sauna
The mail boy is
walking by so slow
his feet are dragging
his mind is lagging
The supervisor
his mouth is moving
i just cant hear him
You were cold as the blood through your bones
And the light which led us from our chosen homes
Well I was lost
And now I sleep
Sleep the hours
the wide, wide world
I dreamed of gentlemen I would meet
I saw them all kneeling at my feet
I can't understand it, my hair is all curled
But my
summer by the sea!
Mmmm, Mmmm, wouldn't it be loverly?
All I want is a room somewhere,
Far away from the cold night air.
With one enormous chair,
down at the bridge, gonna try a new midge
There was traffic flyin' by
Taillights glowin' red, thirty feet overhead
But it felt like a thousand miles
Sunset, a clear blue lake
Fishing with the boys
A weekend hanging out with my best friends
Tall tales and ice cold beer
Well, I can't blame you
Musane, yeah, yeah Two bad bitches on the weekend, yeah
Two ones all on my feet up, yeah Wrist game cold, light bleedah, yeah, wrist game cold, I see
with braziers
Of warming stars
Knights in shining karma
Wash your feet
And with spotless dharma come complete
Ever by your sink drying
Up
I was stood by the light as I looked through the window
With the greatest intention not meaning to see
I was there in the dark and I saw you
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