Devendra Banhart Lyrics
Devendra Banhart Lyrics
"Insect Eyes Lyrics"
A Regular Dose Of Azure Lyrics
as a flower, she bloomed once her wrists were opened. I remember her scent, intoxicating. my communication with her
as a flower, she bloomed once her wrists were opened. I remember her scent, intoxicating. my communication with her
And each strand of her hair is really insect eyes
And each hole in her tongue is always occupied by the milk of the sun
And each head on her head is fields of gold wheat
Where I'm lying on my back, where I'm falling asleep
And each lash
Put Your Arms Around Me Lyrics
Are you ready maybe are you willing to run Are you ready to let yourself drown Are you holding your breath
in her eye is really white rootsAre you ready maybe are you willing to run Are you ready to let yourself drown Are you holding your breath
And each line in her skin is really red roots
And the neck her head's on is a tunnel of dawn
But darkness will come, but darkness will come
For sure, it's gonna come
And the breast on her chest is where
Mad Not Mad Lyrics
The windows are open wide Georgie Fame for those outside And answering the call Blue flames leap up the wall take my rest
Is where I have my fun, is where I have my fun
And one long red nail that shots from her toe
Is tickling my blood and shifting its flow
And each strand of her hair is really insect eyes
And each hole in her tongue is always
The windows are open wide Georgie Fame for those outside And answering the call Blue flames leap up the wall
Is where I have my fun, is where I have my fun
And one long red nail that shots from her toe
Is tickling my blood and shifting its flow
And each strand of her hair is really insect eyes
And each hole in her tongue is always
Pony Boy Lyrics
by Forrest Richard Betts (c) 1972 & 1974 by No Exit Music Co. Transcribed by Humberto Frederico Camposoccupied by the milk of the sun
And I'm always late, always late
And your black tulips of time
And your black tulips of time
And your hands rejoice in mine
And that seed it grows all day
And that seed it grows all night
by Forrest Richard Betts (c) 1972 & 1974 by No Exit Music Co. Transcribed by Humberto Frederico Campos
And I'm always late, always late
And your black tulips of time
And your black tulips of time
And your hands rejoice in mine
And that seed it grows all day
And that seed it grows all night