Lyrics:
day another problem for me
Always red as the sea of blood
I'm going for the bait
Try to form and recreate
Every single breath I take
But the limit is
today,
Feel tomorrow like I feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
whole life passing by
The stormy skies
The green and blue thousand-eyed peacock feathers' fan
The dawning light
Of every summer morning looking at the sea
City streets passing by
Underneath stormy skies
Neon signs in the night
Red and blue city lights
Cargo trains rolling by
Once again someone
by her apron strings
'Twern't for powder and her store-bought hair
The man she love wouldn't gone nowhere, nowhere
Got them Saint Louis Blues; I'm
By the shores of Gitche Gumee
By the shining Big Sea Water
Downward through the evening twilight
In the days that are forgotten
From the land
she's
Sinking like a boat in choppy seas
Of her own insecurities
All alone in a sea of red
Consumed by the things she said
Thoughts adrift of her own
the lightning in the sky
As it pass’d me flying by
From the thunder, and the storm
And the cloud that took the form
When the rest of Heaven was blue
Of a demon in
After all I shall prowl, lone lone bird of wrecks
On the sandbanks washed by the sea, lone lone bird of wrecks
Bird of bad omen with red locks
lone
by her apron strings
'Twern't for powder and her store-bought hair
The man she love wouldn't gone nowhere, nowhere
Got them Saint Louis Blues; I'm
favorite color
Mommy made him a brother that's beautiful
Family trips to Tampa, tanktops, jean shorts
Blue bandana
Black shoes, white socks, no Humana
Draw
I look out to the stormy sea
I wish upon a star
Pulsating light to comfort me
But oh, it seems so far
So as I stand I realize
I wish that I'll be
of the chaos, no smile on a face
Oceans and seas, where stories churn
In the ebb and flow, where dreams burn
Rocked gently or tossed by the winds of fate
We
by her apron strings
'Twern't for powder and her store-bought hair
The man she love wouldn't gone nowhere, nowhere
Got them Saint Louis Blues; I'm
wanna buy me some tickets"
He said "gotta red ticket, green ticket, yellow ticket,
Blue ticket, what kinda ticket you want?"
He says "I wanna red
a toast if we meet
To the cuttin' of fences
To sharpen the senses
That linger in the fireball heat
Roses are red violets are blue
And times is
Ash Grey Whip
Ocean water blue
Really want a bimmer or a merc or something
Sun goes down
Give the sky that hue
Whip it by the sea in my dreams in
could blow you out of my life
It's only smoke and ashes, baby
Only smoke and ashes baby
I've got a red hot heart
And your heart's as blue
To return would make my dream
Come true
Behold the sea and winds of Jove
We set sail guided by the stars above
The ports of Troy escape our view
A cold
sailed on stormy seas
Or you could say that we failed like seven out
Of ten in our neighboorhood
But I prefer remembering the way we were
When we both
a young lad in 1986. A nuclear physicist without a science degree.
Proud of my homeland, a loyal Bolshevik. A Siberian child born on the Bering Sea.
Mother
by tall red roofs under bright blue skies
You can feel the wind blow as time files by
Through the trees and the rocks we’d roam
In a place that we call
break at sea
I'll be there waitin, I'm that sandy beach
I'm that same old dog, scratchin' those same fleas
I'll be by your side, you can count on me
It's
we're apart
We will raise the red, white and blue
When I stand alone
Without you by my side
I think of all that you stand for
It fills me up with
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