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Higher Places Lyrics - Artist : Burnside, Joshua
Where the birds are piping
Without limitation And incomparable stripe coloured bees Pass over me Black, black, blacker air De Shelby dares accumulate At the breaking of the dawn White, white, whiter than the tooth of man A shard of delph or eggs under a crow What if it's all gone the other way And Hell is above us, heaven forbid How will we ever know Where the bicycle ends And the body begins? I feel my spokes itching Still, still, stiller than John Callahan His expertise, the police at least maintain They ride, ride, ride a three speed when I close my heavy eyes, after a dose of day What if it's all gone the other way And Hell is above us, heaven forbid How will we ever know Where the bicycle ends And the body begins? I feel my spokes itching And my pedals are aching Think my brakes need replacing And my tyres are tired Where the birds are piping Without limitation And the days are as long And the nights are as strange As anything found on O'Nolan's page So where do we go? |
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