Song | Bartholomew |
Artist | Frank Black |
Album | Devil's Workshop |
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Bartholomew | |
How’d you end up in the coffee? | |
Bartholomew | |
Were you going down in flames? | |
Was it a girl? | |
And did I hear you call her softly? | |
No, this world of lunacy made me insane | |
Once I lay beside a stream | |
And I looked into it | |
A dandelion next to me | |
And then I blew it | |
My life was scattered in the breeze | |
I lay me down | |
Won’t you stop it with your talking? | |
They closed the town | |
Won’t you let me go to sleep? | |
Bartholomew | |
I’m sorry for my squawking | |
Bartholomew | |
I’ll let you go to sleep | |
And I will lay beside a stream | |
And I’ll look into it | |
A dandelion next to me | |
And then I’ll blow it | |
And watch it scatter in the breeze |
Bartholomew | |
How' d you end up in the coffee? | |
Bartholomew | |
Were you going down in flames? | |
Was it a girl? | |
And did I hear you call her softly? | |
No, this world of lunacy made me insane | |
Once I lay beside a stream | |
And I looked into it | |
A dandelion next to me | |
And then I blew it | |
My life was scattered in the breeze | |
I lay me down | |
Won' t you stop it with your talking? | |
They closed the town | |
Won' t you let me go to sleep? | |
Bartholomew | |
I' m sorry for my squawking | |
Bartholomew | |
I' ll let you go to sleep | |
And I will lay beside a stream | |
And I' ll look into it | |
A dandelion next to me | |
And then I' ll blow it | |
And watch it scatter in the breeze |
Bartholomew | |
How' d you end up in the coffee? | |
Bartholomew | |
Were you going down in flames? | |
Was it a girl? | |
And did I hear you call her softly? | |
No, this world of lunacy made me insane | |
Once I lay beside a stream | |
And I looked into it | |
A dandelion next to me | |
And then I blew it | |
My life was scattered in the breeze | |
I lay me down | |
Won' t you stop it with your talking? | |
They closed the town | |
Won' t you let me go to sleep? | |
Bartholomew | |
I' m sorry for my squawking | |
Bartholomew | |
I' ll let you go to sleep | |
And I will lay beside a stream | |
And I' ll look into it | |
A dandelion next to me | |
And then I' ll blow it | |
And watch it scatter in the breeze |