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Black Hair Typography
02:36
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BLACK HAIR TYPOGRAPHY
Lyrics by J Brännström/H Wallmark
Putting up your hair with your scarf, in a knot
I want to touch your neck, but I'm not
You're putting on your face while I'll pour some scotch
A last glimpse at the gold watch
A book with letters set in your black hair
Each letter cut from your curls
I'd read it through if you would care
You just say you care
You just say you care
A single breath
Goes through your chest
And cleans our book from text
Putting down your suitcase on the floor of the train
I wish i rode it with you, but that's changed
I step out and think that your voice chimes my name, but its
The last call from the station clock
How come you say
"It's always best to write with the sun in your eyes
with lovers passing by"
Little do you mean
Black Hair Typography
Just a lover passing by
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Lily Of The West
02:42
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Hard wood on a carpenter's floor
Her skin glimmers ice and her lips are cold
Where's your jacket and where's your guile?
Rode away on tigers, came a-back with the tide
Went with the seeds to see tulips grow
Returned in August with an arrow and a bow
Worked in the quarry for three dark years
Waiting for the honey to come sipping through my tears
If it hadn't been for honesty, I wouldn't have been bound
But I let my promises rest with my heart in the ground
Soak the sun with a soda on copper green roofs
Hear your laughter in the wind with the clatter of hooves
I had my teeth pulled out on the first day of snow
Tie my ribbon in your hair while my golden grin glows
Went with the seeds to see tulips grow
Returned in August with an arrow and a bow
Rip my shirt to bare my chest
Let the arrows pierce my breast and
Have her touch hot iron stamp my flesh
I'd gladly go then,
Stung by the thorn of the
Lily of the West
She asked she begged
She swore she had changed, but I
But I let my promises rest with my heart in the ground
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My Nails Are Too Long
02:34
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My eyes aren't the best,
I can't see very far
But there's a great view
From the backseat of your car
There's a pressure on my chest
Since the soft breeze has been gone
And I just combed my hair
And I've got my best clothes on
But my nails are too long
and I haven't got the knife to cut them
I'm going to stand up, reach high
Till my eyes will see you again
Your eyes are full of sin
And innocence at once
You've got that kind of look
That makes a singer write a song
There's a room I know
And it's where I long to be
And forget about the toll
That steals the time for me
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I couldn't sleep well,
went down to the shafts
i shouted out your name, babe
like that echo would last
I couldn't think of nobody else
carved your face on a copper coin
threw it into the well
And if the canary stops singing
we better leave this mine
Did you hear I was lost in the tunnels
Knee-deep in water, blind
If I had a set of a small birds lungs
I wouldn't have to count the stones,
slippery and sharp
The torchlight faded
but there was a glimmer by my feet
The coin I discarded
when broken-hearted
The copper coin, cold,
with your face, sweet.
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