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Widespread Panic




Альбом Widespread Panic


Bombs & Butterflies (04.02.1997)
04.02.1997
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Always been the radio's child
Quick-to-smile precious baby
Search the dial and electrify

Drive a tight little corner back in the mirror
Radio boys trying on all their moves
Spare some change and testify

Radio playing in your sleep
Prophet waiting in your car
Worlds whispered in the mind of a radio child

Rhymes cheating keeping time
Eyes stretching across the stars
Over and over in the life of a radio child

The radios laugh like all their friends
Telling jokes the old folks know so well
Like an old guitar plays a lullaby

Radio cradling your dreams
Prophet waiting in your car
Worlds whisper in the mind of a radio child

Rhymes chating keeping time
Eyes searching across the stars
Over and over in the life of a radio child

Yeah radio child
Precious baby, precious baby


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Help me mama, for I have grinned
Save me daddy from where I'm goin'
Call out to me from the ages beyond
Help me remember how to be good
How to continue when I feel I really shouldn't
How to remember how to be good
How to continue when I feel I really shouldn't

Help me granddaddy to see the swans
Strike me granny with your golden palm
Teach me now what I could never learn before
How to remember how to be good
How to continue when I feel I really shouldn't
How to remember how to be good
How to continue when I feel I really shouldn't

Teach me Great Uncle to hear the talk
Show me Aunt Avis with your ageless chalk
Scratch it out for me on my cloudy retina
How to remember how to be good
How to continue when I know I really shouldn't
How to remember how to be good
How to continue when I know I really shouldn't
How to remember how to be good
How to continue when I feel I really shouldn't


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Was broken down, by the side of the road, yeah
Was crawling in the darkness like a king snake in the woods
We were hiding in the tall grass
Hiding in the tall grass
Just looking for a place to shed our skins

We're gonna summon the Holy Ghost from the battlefield
And in the morning this old world won't be the same
Won't be the same, Lord

Snapshot lightning, monumental expressions,
Silhouette faces in the flesh of Cypress trees and killing vines
Naked in the mud, girl
Let's sling a little mud, girl
Just looking for a place to shed our skins

We're gonna summon the Holy Ghost from the battlefield
And in the morning this old world won't be the same
We're gonna summon the Holy Ghost from the battlefield
And in the morning this old world won't be the same
Won't be the same, Lord

Feeling weak in the Itta Bina hot sun
Crawling to the station we were foamin' at the mouth
Sippin' on a tall boy, sippin' on a tall boy
Just looking for a place to shed our skins

We're gonna summon the Holy Ghost from the battlefield
And in the morning this old world won't be the same
We're gonna summon the Holy Ghost from the battlefield
And in the morning this old world won't be the same
We're gonna summon the Holy Ghost from the battlefield
And in the morning this old world won't be the same
Show me the way, Lord!

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I hold the flower there
Doesn't know she's beautiful
She wakes every morning seeing
All the other things are beautiful
Well she's free
Companion to the wind


Time plays a roller coaster
Not afraid to ride itself
Never takes adventure lightly
Always stops enough to let us on for a ride


A blind New Orleans painter man
Doesn't get many straight lines
Hurricane tourists poke some fun
The angels whisper, "Pay no mind"
No mind


LyricsWe don't have any pocket change
We've danced out of all our clothes
Want to give everything every minute
Give it all before we go


Love waves a flower there
Doesn't know she's beautiful
Spends every morning thinking
All the other things are beautiful
Well she's free
Companion to the wind
And the angels whisper, "Pay no mind"
The angels whisper "Pay no mind"
No mind
The angels whisper "Pay no mind"


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Tonight every word will be spoken easy
All our stories lead on to fortune and fame
Rack 'em up and shoot
But the cue ball is missing
By tomorrow though, we'll all play different games


Anytime we dance takes us closer to glory


The blue jay flew a little to low down today
Now that kitty-cat's finally purring out smiles
Only cry for so long 'til you're just watering stones
Go full circles crawling all those last miles


Anytime we dance takes us closer to glory
Anytime we love brings us closer


Our lips just moved closer than ever
LyricsTo naming the feelings we've been made of for all these years
Cliches are frayed teeth trying to feed a hungry old soul
Words of love, though, will bite back all of those tears


Anytime we dance takes us closer to glory
Anyway we make love
Anyway we love
Take us closer to glory
Anytime we dance


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Rebirtha strolling 'cross the street
Juggling keys to a small red car
Butterflies and bombs fly close
Like she's some Disney movie star

Sipping hopes and lonlies
Since the big leagues left us dry
Birtha, Rebirtha sing a sad song
Soothe these troubled times

First time
It's not the first time
Last time
No, I know I seen your place before
Maybe in a past life
Or maybe it was just last night
I don't know

Birtha never sang too well
But her stereo shook glass
Leather gripped our bodies
LyricsAs her toes curled around the gas

Shaking loose out of Kansas
First twenty minutes in black-and-white
Birtha, Rebirtha, talk to me, take to me
Ease these troubled times

Won't ever talk too much
She had those television eyes
My gaze never strayed too much
Too much past those eyes

She said, "I know a town where real life's a game
Baseball's all that's real
At night all the faces light up
As the players take the field"

First time
It's not the first time
Last time
No, I know I seen your place before
Maybe in a past time
Maybe it was just last night
Don't just know

Rebirtha strolling across the street
Juggling keys to a small red car
Butterflies and bums fly close
Like she's some Disney movie star

Sippin' hopes and lonlies
Since the big leagues left us dry
Birtha, Rebirtha, sweet-talk talk 'em
Soothe these troubled times

Birtha never ever talked too much
Had those television eyes
Said, "We act like what we watch
Like what we act out most the time"

"Gonna take you to a town
Where real life's a game
Baseball is really real
At night all the spirits lighten up
As the heroes take the hill"

First time
It's not the first time
No, I know I seen your place before
Maybe in a past time
Maybe it was just last night
I don't know


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I've got my cat in the yard
And I've got my car in the street
And I've got my nose to the stone
What I don't have is you
'Cause I didn't know

I got my way
And you got yours

I've got my hole in the wall
Somewhere I can go when the sky begins to fall
I've got my candles to burn
What I don't have is you
'Cause I didn't learn

I got my way
And you got yours

I've got my CD's to turn
I've got my lessons to learn
And I've got my coat for the road
What I don't have is you
'Cause I didn't know

I got my way
And you got yours


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Baby born in New York City
Wrapped in a blanket all tattered and worn
Mama's doin' the best she can
It takes hope in a hopeless world

Her eldest son, he stayed in school
Listened to his mother, he never drank or used
But every job he wants he gets refused
It takes hope in a hopeless world

Looking for hope in a hopeless world
Trying to find love in these hateful times
Try to stay strong but my mind is weak
Looking for hope in a hopeless world

Churches are full, but the prayers are not heard
Saturday's child don't wanna to go to Sunday school
Whatever happened to the golden rule
It takes hope in a hopeless world

D'you got a quarter for the homeless man
LyricsSpare some change for the soldiers who fought the war
Put a little money in those hats and those tins
Give them hope in a hopeless world

Looking for hope in a hopeless world
Searchin' for love in these hateful times
Try to stay strong but my mind is weak
Ease my mind, ease my mind

And on the corner there stands a young girl
The home she left was in the better part of town
Daddy did things she never talked about
It takes hope in a hopeless world

Somebody out there gotta listen
Somebody out there got to know what Pops been talkin' about
Raise your hand, raise your hands if you're with me
Give us hope in a hopeless world

You've got to listen to the voice inside
Peace and love don't compromise - realize
Time is passing by
Can't be standing still!


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Happy

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There's a pack of rabid dogs
Pawing at my front door
There's a pack of rabid dogs
Pawing at my front door


There's a swarm of yellowjackets
Pounding against my window pane
There's a swarm of yellowjackets
Pounding against my window pane


Well, how's it gonna be
How's it gonna be yeah
How's it gonna be
How's it gonna be yeah


All the pictures on the wall
Have fallen to the ground
The trees bowing to the grass
LyricsIn a silent hurricane
When the landlord calls


Mother Nature's come to arms
She's in a fighting mood
Greta's got a gun
This ain't no flowerchild


How's it gonna be
How's it gonna be yeah
How's it gonna be
How's it gonna be yeah


All the pictures on the wall
Have fallen to the ground
The trees bowing to the grass
In a silent hurricane
When the landlord calls


Mother Nature's come to arms
She's in a fighting mood
Greta's got a gun
This ain't no flowerchild


How's it gonna be
How's it gonna be yeah
How's it gonna be
How's it gonna be yeah


There's a pack of rabid dogs
Pawing at my front door
There's a pack of rabid dogs
Pawing at my front door


There's a swarm of yellowjackets
Pounding against my window pane
There's a big ol' brama bull
Busting up my shotgun shack


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