Song | Supersede |
Artist | Jackie Greene |
Album | American Myth |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Supersede | |
Cookie cried for three days, until she couldnt cry no more | |
she ate the fridge, jumped the bridge and wound up bloated on the shore | |
The children they all pointed at another painted score | |
and somebody asked: can I take a picture? | |
Well the heat down here is brutal, its hard to do whats right | |
the locals shout that you wont burn out if you dont ever shine too bright | |
and I wish I was in your back pocket or in your bed tonight | |
I wish that i was loud so you could hear me | |
but oh, no | |
what else must I be? | |
its all inside my head I guess but it just reminds me | |
that I need you, honey I need you | |
there aint nobody who could supersede you | |
were not such strangers, so honey I need you right now | |
Now all the streets are paved with petals, the parade is coming through | |
it kind of feels like royalty cause everyones in blue | |
and yellow flowers falling, from a window too | |
falling to the feet of such a coward | |
The mayor is kissing babies, hes almost way too kind | |
were filled to the brim with honest men, theyre just way too hard to find | |
so stare into his Public Eyes and watch his clock unwind | |
then find him old and drowning in the deep end | |
but oh, now | |
what else must I see? | |
Its all inside my head I guess but it just reminds me | |
that I need you, honey I need you | |
there aint nobody who could supersede you | |
were not such strangers so honey i need you right now | |
You see, I long for a hickory morning with a waltz and trumpet flare | |
im doing my best to recover from what time cannot repair | |
and im sick of all this solitude and pre-rehearsed despair | |
my eyes are a hundred miles away from sleeping | |
Well I wish youd write a letter, or telephone to me | |
this place is dark and there aint a spark of who I used to be | |
so the sick hearts of the unloved tell the brave souls of the sea: | |
were all closed up, why dont you come back when were open. | |
but oh, no | |
what else must I be? | |
its all inside my head I guess but it just reminds me | |
that I need you, honey I need you | |
there aint nobody who could supersede you | |
were not such strangers so honey I need you right now | |
Theres a cracked and pale mirror, hanging on my wall | |
the church bell rings and the choir sings and I can hear it from the hall | |
Now you might not believe it, but there was no fire at all | |
we just danced for seven days wishing for water | |
Maria tells the fortunes, they line around the bend | |
a dollar for your problems, and five to know the end | |
They come from miles around; like a pack of howling men | |
I wonder what she does with all that money | |
but oh, now | |
what else must i be? | |
its all inside my head i guess, but it just reminds me | |
that I need you, honey I need you | |
there aint nobody who could supersede you | |
were not such strangers, so honey I need you right now | |
Simple sidewalk painter, says his life is such a bore | |
spends his time with a jug of wine and a palette on the floor | |
he screams: Heaven! Take my eyes, cause I cant paint no more. | |
Honey, sometimes I feel just like his colors | |
Im gonna go down to the ocean, I want to fill my boots with sand | |
so the next time that you see me, Ill be a much more grounded man | |
So go and do whatever it is you do and Ill do what I can | |
and when we meet again you can try to know me | |
oh hey, | |
what else must I be? | |
its all inside my head I guess but it just reminds me | |
that I need you, honey I need you | |
there aint nobody who could supersede you | |
were not such strangers so honey I need you right now | |
they call me pessimistic, but it occured to me | |
that babies are all born crying and dying is never free | |
But I still cant shake that feeling, that Somebodys watching me.... | |
I just thought that I would tell you |
Supersede | |
Cookie cried for three days, until she couldn t cry no more | |
she ate the fridge, jumped the bridge and wound up bloated on the shore | |
The children they all pointed at another painted score | |
and somebody asked: can I take a picture? | |
Well the heat down here is brutal, it s hard to do what s right | |
the locals shout that you won t burn out if you don t ever shine too bright | |
and I wish I was in your back pocket or in your bed tonight | |
I wish that i was loud so you could hear me | |
but oh, no | |
what else must I be? | |
it s all inside my head I guess but it just reminds me | |
that I need you, honey I need you | |
there ain t nobody who could supersede you | |
we re not such strangers, so honey I need you right now | |
Now all the streets are paved with petals, the parade is coming through | |
it kind of feels like royalty cause everyone s in blue | |
and yellow flowers falling, from a window too | |
falling to the feet of such a coward | |
The mayor is kissing babies, he s almost way too kind | |
we re filled to the brim with honest men, they re just way too hard to find | |
so stare into his Public Eyes and watch his clock unwind | |
then find him old and drowning in the deep end | |
but oh, now | |
what else must I see? | |
It s all inside my head I guess but it just reminds me | |
that I need you, honey I need you | |
there ain t nobody who could supersede you | |
we re not such strangers so honey i need you right now | |
You see, I long for a hickory morning with a waltz and trumpet flare | |
i m doing my best to recover from what time cannot repair | |
and i m sick of all this solitude and prerehearsed despair | |
my eyes are a hundred miles away from sleeping | |
Well I wish you d write a letter, or telephone to me | |
this place is dark and there ain t a spark of who I used to be | |
so the sick hearts of the unloved tell the brave souls of the sea: | |
we re all closed up, why don t you come back when we re open. | |
but oh, no | |
what else must I be? | |
it s all inside my head I guess but it just reminds me | |
that I need you, honey I need you | |
there ain t nobody who could supersede you | |
we re not such strangers so honey I need you right now | |
There s a cracked and pale mirror, hanging on my wall | |
the church bell rings and the choir sings and I can hear it from the hall | |
Now you might not believe it, but there was no fire at all | |
we just danced for seven days wishing for water | |
Maria tells the fortunes, they line around the bend | |
a dollar for your problems, and five to know the end | |
They come from miles around like a pack of howling men | |
I wonder what she does with all that money | |
but oh, now | |
what else must i be? | |
it s all inside my head i guess, but it just reminds me | |
that I need you, honey I need you | |
there ain t nobody who could supersede you | |
we re not such strangers, so honey I need you right now | |
Simple sidewalk painter, says his life is such a bore | |
spends his time with a jug of wine and a palette on the floor | |
he screams: Heaven! Take my eyes, cause I can t paint no more. | |
Honey, sometimes I feel just like his colors | |
I m gonna go down to the ocean, I want to fill my boots with sand | |
so the next time that you see me, I ll be a much more grounded man | |
So go and do whatever it is you do and I ll do what I can | |
and when we meet again you can try to know me | |
oh hey, | |
what else must I be? | |
it s all inside my head I guess but it just reminds me | |
that I need you, honey I need you | |
there ain t nobody who could supersede you | |
we re not such strangers so honey I need you right now | |
they call me pessimistic, but it occured to me | |
that babies are all born crying and dying is never free | |
But I still can t shake that feeling, that Somebody s watching me.... | |
I just thought that I would tell you |
Supersede | |
Cookie cried for three days, until she couldn t cry no more | |
she ate the fridge, jumped the bridge and wound up bloated on the shore | |
The children they all pointed at another painted score | |
and somebody asked: can I take a picture? | |
Well the heat down here is brutal, it s hard to do what s right | |
the locals shout that you won t burn out if you don t ever shine too bright | |
and I wish I was in your back pocket or in your bed tonight | |
I wish that i was loud so you could hear me | |
but oh, no | |
what else must I be? | |
it s all inside my head I guess but it just reminds me | |
that I need you, honey I need you | |
there ain t nobody who could supersede you | |
we re not such strangers, so honey I need you right now | |
Now all the streets are paved with petals, the parade is coming through | |
it kind of feels like royalty cause everyone s in blue | |
and yellow flowers falling, from a window too | |
falling to the feet of such a coward | |
The mayor is kissing babies, he s almost way too kind | |
we re filled to the brim with honest men, they re just way too hard to find | |
so stare into his Public Eyes and watch his clock unwind | |
then find him old and drowning in the deep end | |
but oh, now | |
what else must I see? | |
It s all inside my head I guess but it just reminds me | |
that I need you, honey I need you | |
there ain t nobody who could supersede you | |
we re not such strangers so honey i need you right now | |
You see, I long for a hickory morning with a waltz and trumpet flare | |
i m doing my best to recover from what time cannot repair | |
and i m sick of all this solitude and prerehearsed despair | |
my eyes are a hundred miles away from sleeping | |
Well I wish you d write a letter, or telephone to me | |
this place is dark and there ain t a spark of who I used to be | |
so the sick hearts of the unloved tell the brave souls of the sea: | |
we re all closed up, why don t you come back when we re open. | |
but oh, no | |
what else must I be? | |
it s all inside my head I guess but it just reminds me | |
that I need you, honey I need you | |
there ain t nobody who could supersede you | |
we re not such strangers so honey I need you right now | |
There s a cracked and pale mirror, hanging on my wall | |
the church bell rings and the choir sings and I can hear it from the hall | |
Now you might not believe it, but there was no fire at all | |
we just danced for seven days wishing for water | |
Maria tells the fortunes, they line around the bend | |
a dollar for your problems, and five to know the end | |
They come from miles around like a pack of howling men | |
I wonder what she does with all that money | |
but oh, now | |
what else must i be? | |
it s all inside my head i guess, but it just reminds me | |
that I need you, honey I need you | |
there ain t nobody who could supersede you | |
we re not such strangers, so honey I need you right now | |
Simple sidewalk painter, says his life is such a bore | |
spends his time with a jug of wine and a palette on the floor | |
he screams: Heaven! Take my eyes, cause I can t paint no more. | |
Honey, sometimes I feel just like his colors | |
I m gonna go down to the ocean, I want to fill my boots with sand | |
so the next time that you see me, I ll be a much more grounded man | |
So go and do whatever it is you do and I ll do what I can | |
and when we meet again you can try to know me | |
oh hey, | |
what else must I be? | |
it s all inside my head I guess but it just reminds me | |
that I need you, honey I need you | |
there ain t nobody who could supersede you | |
we re not such strangers so honey I need you right now | |
they call me pessimistic, but it occured to me | |
that babies are all born crying and dying is never free | |
But I still can t shake that feeling, that Somebody s watching me.... | |
I just thought that I would tell you |