Song | Multiple Suns |
Artist | Cass McCombs |
Album | Prefection |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
I’m looking forward to losing all my hair | |
I’m looking forward to looking backward | |
Multiple suns have always guided me | |
Multiple suns, to do my bidding | |
I recall my youth with | |
Klock: A bubbling boob of hate | |
Still, I fashioned not one crime | |
And Klock, ofcourse, was arrested | |
They turned his mind to paste | |
Yes, it happens all the time | |
Now you ask me ‘why so many suns?’ | |
One for each murder me and my angel done | |
De profundis; how | |
I love to live this loose! | |
De profundis; with my | |
Donald Duck orange juice! | |
Klock was like an older brother | |
And for awhile | |
I was he Or rather he was | |
I Now I regard him as another | |
One of my sovereign suns | |
Yes, this happens all the time | |
The Harpies scatter; intestines unravel | |
Better than memory: | |
ACTUAL TIM | |
E TRAVEL Heavens abound in pomegranate light | |
Heavens abound; | |
I gain back my overbite | |
I am their only planet | |
Suns of the bluest flame | |
Stoic, yet volatile | |
If’n the past come hither | |
I keep the gaslight burning | |
Because it could happen any time |
I' m looking forward to losing all my hair | |
I' m looking forward to looking backward | |
Multiple suns have always guided me | |
Multiple suns, to do my bidding | |
I recall my youth with | |
Klock: A bubbling boob of hate | |
Still, I fashioned not one crime | |
And Klock, ofcourse, was arrested | |
They turned his mind to paste | |
Yes, it happens all the time | |
Now you ask me ' why so many suns?' | |
One for each murder me and my angel done | |
De profundis how | |
I love to live this loose! | |
De profundis with my | |
Donald Duck orange juice! | |
Klock was like an older brother | |
And for awhile | |
I was he Or rather he was | |
I Now I regard him as another | |
One of my sovereign suns | |
Yes, this happens all the time | |
The Harpies scatter intestines unravel | |
Better than memory: | |
ACTUAL TIM | |
E TRAVEL Heavens abound in pomegranate light | |
Heavens abound | |
I gain back my overbite | |
I am their only planet | |
Suns of the bluest flame | |
Stoic, yet volatile | |
If' n the past come hither | |
I keep the gaslight burning | |
Because it could happen any time |
I' m looking forward to losing all my hair | |
I' m looking forward to looking backward | |
Multiple suns have always guided me | |
Multiple suns, to do my bidding | |
I recall my youth with | |
Klock: A bubbling boob of hate | |
Still, I fashioned not one crime | |
And Klock, ofcourse, was arrested | |
They turned his mind to paste | |
Yes, it happens all the time | |
Now you ask me ' why so many suns?' | |
One for each murder me and my angel done | |
De profundis how | |
I love to live this loose! | |
De profundis with my | |
Donald Duck orange juice! | |
Klock was like an older brother | |
And for awhile | |
I was he Or rather he was | |
I Now I regard him as another | |
One of my sovereign suns | |
Yes, this happens all the time | |
The Harpies scatter intestines unravel | |
Better than memory: | |
ACTUAL TIM | |
E TRAVEL Heavens abound in pomegranate light | |
Heavens abound | |
I gain back my overbite | |
I am their only planet | |
Suns of the bluest flame | |
Stoic, yet volatile | |
If' n the past come hither | |
I keep the gaslight burning | |
Because it could happen any time |