Lyrics:
of love was just a thorn of the rose
Tried hard to be faithful
Not hard enough I suppose
Tried hard to drown with a hum and a drum
In a pretty drug slum
Well, it can get you in the back boy
Or you can lie around in roses
Or maybe walk around wonderin'
You know, goin' through the motions
Hey
of love was just a thorn of the rose
Tried hard to be faithful
Not hard enough I suppose
Tried hard to drown with a hum and a drum
In a pretty drug slum
'round this town
Tell me, girl, it didn't really hurt
Were you drunk?
Well, that's what I heard
Did you get a butterfly, lady bug
A cross or rose
much better
Than the rest of them
Out of all the others
You were the honest man
He loved guns and roses
Guns and roses
He loved guns and roses
me anywhere
My poor worried heart was almost certain
That this love affair would never be
Then I sent a dozen yellow roses and
From that moment,
Morning fields of amber gray
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
A pastel scene in front of me
A rose’s stem between my teeth
Art’s not precious if the artist’s hand is not present
A few last names
A white-walled place
Georgia Rose, Georgia Rose,
you're the most precious rose, Dixie Rose.
Though we don't see quite right, cause you're skin's dark as night.
I
Roses are shining in thicker fields
In the hush of the silvery dew
The roses are flowering in Picardy
But there's never a rose like you
an artist never seen yet with a vision
With a reason
Stared with venom at the ceiling
Not the grass
But straight ahead
Just at the skyline
With
How you say you
Innocent? Illegitimate children
Ain't gon hurt, who feels it? Artists with?
Fuck em, middle finger never bent
Only at the Lord's
Ooh, never thought I would be without you
I wish you love, I wish you well
I wish you roses while you can still smell 'em
With pretty flowers can
The roses
The roses
The roses
The roses
Mary Pickford used to eat roses
Thought that they'd make her beautiful and they did
One supposes
Douglas Fairbanks, he was so handsome
He wore
To her mama and her daddy, she's the best thing ever made
To the boys 'round here, she's the one that got away
To the bird on the barbwire, that
Ramblin' rose, ramblin' rose
Why you ramble, no one knows
Wild and wind-blown, that's how you've grown
Who can cling to a ramblin' rose?
Ramble
Ramblin' rose, ramblin' rose
Why you ramble, no one knows
Wild and wind-blown, that's how you've grown
Who can cling to a ramblin' rose?
Ramble
I had with
You
She's never tasted caviar or sipped on fine champagne
Still life with Rose is better than any artist's brush
Could paint
a weather station
Artists and repertoire
Hand in hand through the greater way at dawn
The writing on the wall said, "Jesus saves"
The writing
and epitaphs
Roses on a barbwire fence
Winter landscape, never change,
Oh it must have been the same
In the forest, in the snow
All those many years ago
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
I stood strong through right or wrong
I fought pain with time and hate
Here I stand alone and on fire in a room with a view, a fence with barbwire
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