Song | Dead & Gone |
Artist | These United States |
Album | These United States |
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“When we’re dead & gone, I guarantee they’ll wish they knew us. | |
You remember Ledford?” “Oh, yeah, I knew old Louis! | |
Last I heard him up in Bellingham, down on the corner, | |
screaming the praises of the Wild Tchoupitoulas.” | |
We’ll be gone from here and dead, and only a few of us | |
had even a clue of us. | |
“When we’re dead and gone, I do believe it, then they’ll miss us!” | |
“You remember Fishkin?” “Yeah, man, Bobby was a canvas… | |
Genius, money, dream, and drink, and darkness – | |
wasn’t anything he didn’t get hit with.” | |
We’ll be gone from here and dead, and almost hopeless, | |
with only each other to know this – I know that. | |
I know that it may be just like this after all – after all the blood and song. | |
I can only hope it feels this good when we’re dead and gone. | |
“When we’re dead and gone, they’ll have to find us in our footprints.” | |
“Trying to capture Arriaga – those tracks’ll leave em all hoodwinked, | |
disappearing first from one direction, then cropping up | |
perfectly opposite when they came in .” | |
We’ll be gone from here and dead a thousand years | |
before they see: she was a raven. | |
“When we’re dead and gone, they’re gonna carve us up in granite!” | |
“Stuff us into pamphlets!” “Quake for our caskets in transit!” | |
“Lionize the night we rang like bells on the banks of the Susquehanna!” | |
We’ll be gone from here and dead, the echo aching, | |
crawling back, but we outran it. I mean it. | |
I know that it may be just like this after all – after all the sky and bone. | |
I can only hope it feels this good when we’re dead and | |
Here, we were a while. Here, we worked the plow. | |
Heroes for the flowers, here we are still now. | |
I know that it may be just like this after all – after all the life on loan. | |
I can only hope it feels this good when we’re dead and gone. | |
When we’re dead and gone. | |
Dead and gone. |
" When we' re dead gone, I guarantee they' ll wish they knew us. | |
You remember Ledford?" " Oh, yeah, I knew old Louis! | |
Last I heard him up in Bellingham, down on the corner, | |
screaming the praises of the Wild Tchoupitoulas." | |
We' ll be gone from here and dead, and only a few of us | |
had even a clue of us. | |
" When we' re dead and gone, I do believe it, then they' ll miss us!" | |
" You remember Fishkin?" " Yeah, man, Bobby was a canvas | |
Genius, money, dream, and drink, and darkness | |
wasn' t anything he didn' t get hit with." | |
We' ll be gone from here and dead, and almost hopeless, | |
with only each other to know this I know that. | |
I know that it may be just like this after all after all the blood and song. | |
I can only hope it feels this good when we' re dead and gone. | |
" When we' re dead and gone, they' ll have to find us in our footprints." | |
" Trying to capture Arriaga those tracks' ll leave em all hoodwinked, | |
disappearing first from one direction, then cropping up | |
perfectly opposite when they came in ." | |
We' ll be gone from here and dead a thousand years | |
before they see: she was a raven. | |
" When we' re dead and gone, they' re gonna carve us up in granite!" | |
" Stuff us into pamphlets!" " Quake for our caskets in transit!" | |
" Lionize the night we rang like bells on the banks of the Susquehanna!" | |
We' ll be gone from here and dead, the echo aching, | |
crawling back, but we outran it. I mean it. | |
I know that it may be just like this after all after all the sky and bone. | |
I can only hope it feels this good when we' re dead and | |
Here, we were a while. Here, we worked the plow. | |
Heroes for the flowers, here we are still now. | |
I know that it may be just like this after all after all the life on loan. | |
I can only hope it feels this good when we' re dead and gone. | |
When we' re dead and gone. | |
Dead and gone. |
" When we' re dead gone, I guarantee they' ll wish they knew us. | |
You remember Ledford?" " Oh, yeah, I knew old Louis! | |
Last I heard him up in Bellingham, down on the corner, | |
screaming the praises of the Wild Tchoupitoulas." | |
We' ll be gone from here and dead, and only a few of us | |
had even a clue of us. | |
" When we' re dead and gone, I do believe it, then they' ll miss us!" | |
" You remember Fishkin?" " Yeah, man, Bobby was a canvas | |
Genius, money, dream, and drink, and darkness | |
wasn' t anything he didn' t get hit with." | |
We' ll be gone from here and dead, and almost hopeless, | |
with only each other to know this I know that. | |
I know that it may be just like this after all after all the blood and song. | |
I can only hope it feels this good when we' re dead and gone. | |
" When we' re dead and gone, they' ll have to find us in our footprints." | |
" Trying to capture Arriaga those tracks' ll leave em all hoodwinked, | |
disappearing first from one direction, then cropping up | |
perfectly opposite when they came in ." | |
We' ll be gone from here and dead a thousand years | |
before they see: she was a raven. | |
" When we' re dead and gone, they' re gonna carve us up in granite!" | |
" Stuff us into pamphlets!" " Quake for our caskets in transit!" | |
" Lionize the night we rang like bells on the banks of the Susquehanna!" | |
We' ll be gone from here and dead, the echo aching, | |
crawling back, but we outran it. I mean it. | |
I know that it may be just like this after all after all the sky and bone. | |
I can only hope it feels this good when we' re dead and | |
Here, we were a while. Here, we worked the plow. | |
Heroes for the flowers, here we are still now. | |
I know that it may be just like this after all after all the life on loan. | |
I can only hope it feels this good when we' re dead and gone. | |
When we' re dead and gone. | |
Dead and gone. |