Lyrics:
Of mid-July, te amo much
You get so mad when I complain
You think I'm crazy but
I hear them talk they say my name
They're fucking tired of
All these beautiful
to the country store
Cash 'em in, and give my money
To a man named Curtis Loew
Old Curt was a black man
With white curly hair
When he had a fifth of wine
I am stunned and I am broken and my head is in my hand
For she who said she love me will not wed an Indian man
My Gods who were wild ridden stand
things she had to say
Henry, the check is in my hands
Brought by the insurance man to cover all my plans
We'll have flowers, your broker will be there
bike girl and hits her. Bike girl makes a
sickening sound as she hits the street. People scream. I am on my
way home.
Sad man standing slack jawed in
Praise to God whose love was shown
Who sent his Son to earth
Jesus left his rightful throne
Became a man by birth
The virgin's baby son
All
people singing
My people singing
Hope you're dead 'cause how could you sleep at a time like this?
People they rhyme like this, we're all impressed by
fooled with
By another man
She was down and he was up
Had a gun in his hand
Bullets started flying everywhere
People start to scream
Big man lyin'
The world today is such a wicked thing
Fighting going on between the human race
People give good wishes to all their friends
While people just
through the storm
I said, "Hey, listen up man, we don't even know you're born"
All my people right here, right now
D'you know what I mean? Yeah, yeah
through the storm
I said, "Hey, listen up man, we don't even know you're born"
All my people right here, right now
D'you know what I mean? Yeah, yeah
To catch the latest sounds
Guaranteed to blow your mind
So high you won't come down.
[Chorus]
Hey, y'all prepare yourself
For the Rubberband man
You
I heard of a cultured city life
Breathtakin' lofty steeples
And the day I called myself a man
I left my land and my people
And I rambled north and I
trees were cut down
And the man that lived in the forest and cut down the trees
Was called the Timber man
Well my world is green and dark and dumb my
somehow I feel they're safer where they are
Yes, there's a man I know
With no expression
He's got none at all
Yes, there's a man that I know
With no
, people
Is the scar too deep
You can't hold a man's soul
By the color of his keys
A tear of blood runs from my eye
But somehow I can never
Make
clean
From a past that comes back in my darkest of dreams
Been apprehended by a spiritual force
And a grace that replaced all the me I've divorced
I
doing alright
Everybody's worried 'bout tryna get by
But all my favorite people do
Well, I don't know about them, but I know about us
It is what it
I'm Eleanor Rigby, I picked up the rice
In the church where the weddin's had been, yeah
I'm Eleanor Rigby, I'm keepin' my face in a jar by the door
life
There's a place where mornings are an endless blue
And you feel mother nature walk along with you
Where simple people livin' side by side
His old man was a rebel yeller.
Bad boy to the bone he'd say,
"Can't trust a colored feller"
And he'd judge 'em by the tone of their skin.
To catch the latest sound
Guaranteed to blow your mind
So high you won't come down
Hey y'all prepare yourself for the rubberband man
You've never heard
Do you remember all the city lights on the water?
You saw me start to believe for the first time
You made a rebel of a careless man's careful
And with all of y'all people that are tryin' to sleep
I'm out to make it with my midnight dream, yeah
'Cause I'm a back door man
The men don't know, but
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