Bright Eyes - Everything must belong somewhere

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Leave the bright blue door on the white-washed floor.
Leave the death leper under city hall.
Leave the joyful air and that rubber ball today.

Leave the lilac print on the linen sheet.
Leave the bird you killed at your father s feet.
Let the sideways rain in the crooked street remain.

Leave whimpering dog in his cold kennel.
Leave the dead starlit on her pedestal.
Leave the acid kids in their green fishbowls today.

Leave the sad guitar in its hard-shell case.
Leave the worried look on your lover s face.
Let the orange embers in the fireplace remain.

Cause everything must belong somewhere.
The train off in the distance, bicycle chained to the stairs.
Everything must belong somewhere.
I know that now, that s why I m staying here.

Leave the ocean s roar in the turquoise shell.
Leave the widower in his private hell.
Leave the liberty in that broken bell today.

Leave the epic poem on its yellowed page.
Leave the grey macaw in his covered cage.
Let the traveling band on the interstate remain.

Cause everything must belong somewhere.
Sound-stage in California, televisions in Times Square.
Everything must belong somewhere.
I know that now, that s why I m staying here.
Yeah I know that now that s why I m staying here.

Leave the secret talk on the trundle bed.
Leave the garden tools in the rusted shed.
Leave those bad ideas in your troubled head today.

Leave the restless ghost in his old hotel.
Leave the homeless man in his cardboard cell.
Let the painted horse on the somber carousel remain.

Cause everything must belong somewhere.
Just like the gold around your finger and the silver in his hair.
Yeah, everything must belong somewhere.
I know that now, that s why I m staying here.
I know that now, that s why I m staying here.

In truth, the fullest tears resound.
Each blade of grass as it lies down.
The world requires no audience.
no witnesses, no witnesses.

Leave the old town drunk on his wooden stool.
Leave the autumn leaves in the swimming pool.
Leave the poor black child in his crumbling school today.

Leave novelist in his daydream tune.
Leave the scientist in his rubik s cube.
Let true genius in the padded room remain.

Leave horses hair on the slanted bow.
Leave the slot machines on the riverboat.
Leave the cauliflower in the casserole today.

Leave the hot white-trash in their shopping malls.
Leave the hawks of war in their capitals.
Let the organs moan in the cathedral remain.

Cause everything must belong somewhere.
You lock the devil in the basement, God up into the air.
Yeah, everything must belong somewhere.
I know it s true, I wish you d leave me here.
I know it s true, why don t you leave me here?

Inne utwory

  • Black comedy
  • Easy lucky free
  • The center of the world
  • If the brakeman turns my way
  • Puella quam amo est pulchra
  • We must sing
  • Woke up with this song
  • The joy in descovery
  • I believe in symmetry
  • Tripped
  • The big picture
  • A poetic retelling of an unfortunate seduction
  • Gold mine gutted
  • I must belong somewhere
  • Ouija
  • Well whiskey
  • The first Noel
  • Losowe utwory

    Accidentally break my heart

    We ve been tangled up like this before
    Saying things we ll both regret
    We dig in and start keeping score
    We both forgive but we don t forget

    Chorus:
    It seems like nothing when it s going down
    We ve got to...

    Alive

    I, I am alive and in You I am free
    I, I will not hide what You mean to me
    And I shout it out loud, I m not missing out
    Gonna make the world see what You ve done in me

    I have found You and I m not ashamed
    I live for You
    I...

    Heartstrings

    Way up north where the snow flies and the sun don t hardly shine
    If it weren t for my true love, I d long ago lost my mind
    I d long ago lost my mind

    There s good folks here, good folks there, most everywhere...

    Supa lova bwoy

    Some girls they just living a lie
    With a man who don t even try
    Making a plan to escape, just can t wait
    Fantasizing day and night
    Wondering what it would be like
    If the right one came along, to turn them on

    Ya hav man like this...

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