Lyrics:
sending the old man home
He'll only have his memories
Or great books by James Jones
'Cause they're sending the old man home
The man who's head expanded.
The man whose head expanded was corrupted by Mr. Sociological
memory. Was corrupted by Mr. Sociological Memory Man
shit meant so much, but then a decade went by, yeah
Fast forward 10 years, man that time came and went
40 songs later and i haven't made it yet
I'm
Let the phone die, memory slide
Eskimo ice, Hennessy eye
Festival high, best friend's wife
Memory slide, best things in life
Let the phone die,
Dancing with tears in my eyes
Weeping for the memory of a life gone by
Dancing with tears in my eyes
Living out a memory of a love that died
It's
into a child-man's heart
A painter on the shore
Imagined all the world
Within a snowflake on his palm
Unframed by poetry
A canvas of awe
Planet
into a child-man's heart
A painter on the shore
Imagined all the world
Within a snowflake on his palm
Unframed by poetry
A canvas of awe
Planet
into a child-man's heart
A painter on the shore
Imagined all the world
Within a snowflake on his palm
Unframed by poetry
A canvas of awe
Planet
This is the tale that was told to me by the man with the crystal eye,
As I smoked my pipe in the camp-fire light, and the Glories swept the sky;
Sitting on the front porch
Watching the children play
Old man rocking
Waiting for judgement (day)
A fresh chew of tobacco, and a glass
Dancing with tears in my eyes
Weeping for the memory of a life gone by
Dancing with tears in my eyes
Living out a memory of a love that died
It's
I'm sick, I got no remedy
I'm losing all my melody
I'm tryna lose this memory
I'm tryna lose this memory
I'm sick, I got no remedy
I'm losing all my
curtain huwezi amini
Ni ma memories zimejaa tu pain I swear cant tell no secret
Nilikua na hope lazma one day one day one day itajipa
Step by step nilitake
Barely raised by my dysfunctional fam
Here I stand as a dysfunctional man
Quick-tempered, short-fused, and pissed at God
Demons pullin' at my soul
careless
How I perished
Man somebody please call my momma
Did I die by the hand
Did I die by the gun
I don't know
Did I die by the hand
Did I die by the gun
nothing going on
They don't even fucking hear my songs
Took a different path, don't know right or wrong
It goes on and on
So I'mma stay by myself
Yea I'mma
on
But you know there's something wrong
Well, it don't take much to figure this one out
Any woman who's been hurt by a man understands
It'll take some
darling,
Lovely Almi.
To live with you, in seclusion, but not in poverty
Our life real, harmonious, beautiful
Should you have a darling child by me no more
The old man who sold his apples
Isn't there any more
And the city square don't seem as big
As it did before
They tore down that old drug store
We
them peace
On the roll on the go on that one rocky road
All by myself man this journey so cold
Death call me baby I need you let's go
Love me forever I
My life is not defined by little lies
Designed to compromise my peace of mind
Afire with the light that's divine
Can't quiet my desire, I'm inspired
If actions never do match them
(...I'm just mad man walking)
These mad men
They market the path walking
By chalk drawings
Of bodies on the pavement
money
Mans trying to get him money
While some people kidnap for money
This world is Everly on my shoulder
Everyday a new memory from the ones that I
couldn't swallow my pride
Some shit is just better left unchanged
Take a trip through my memory bank
Way down in memory lane
Yo, yo, you could be the man
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