Song | In the Green Wild |
Artist | Julia Holter |
Album | Loud City Song |
[00:07.66] | City shoes found ways down green fertile valleys |
[00:11.92] | See I never could fall down straight in line so sure |
[00:14.20] | Someone with a thing to say writes on a leaf and lets it fall onto my feet |
[00:21.36] | I receive the news so small a child who cannot understand |
[00:28.28] | I can't hear and I don't know |
[00:30.13] | And the wind slows down so |
[00:31.66] | Still a tree's a tree! |
[00:43.73] | So calm and for a moment it makes sense |
[00:46.56] | But the tree says "la la" |
[00:48.42] | And the language is strange the woman's "wa wa" |
[00:55.72] | Am I too bored to understand? |
[01:02.85] | Well good, I'm done |
[01:04.60] | Off to the wild for me |
[01:07.13] | In the green wild I am gone |
[01:08.72] | My hands, toes, shoulders gone |
[01:10.22] | But the shoes my feet have worn still remain |
[01:13.91] | And they walk toward the sea |
[01:18.33] | There's a flavor to the sound of walking no one ever noticed before |
[02:12.71] | There's a humor in the way they walk |
[02:22.69] | Even a flower walks |
[02:26.30] | But doesn't look for me |
[02:32.66] | It walks just as it's grown |
[02:36.59] | It's laughing so naturally |
[04:07.87] | It tells me a tree's a tree |
[00:07.66] | City shoes found ways down green fertile valleys |
[00:11.92] | See I never could fall down straight in line so sure |
[00:14.20] | Someone with a thing to say writes on a leaf and lets it fall onto my feet |
[00:21.36] | I receive the news so small a child who cannot understand |
[00:28.28] | I can' t hear and I don' t know |
[00:30.13] | And the wind slows down so |
[00:31.66] | Still a tree' s a tree! |
[00:43.73] | So calm and for a moment it makes sense |
[00:46.56] | But the tree says " la la" |
[00:48.42] | And the language is strange the woman' s " wa wa" |
[00:55.72] | Am I too bored to understand? |
[01:02.85] | Well good, I' m done |
[01:04.60] | Off to the wild for me |
[01:07.13] | In the green wild I am gone |
[01:08.72] | My hands, toes, shoulders gone |
[01:10.22] | But the shoes my feet have worn still remain |
[01:13.91] | And they walk toward the sea |
[01:18.33] | There' s a flavor to the sound of walking no one ever noticed before |
[02:12.71] | There' s a humor in the way they walk |
[02:22.69] | Even a flower walks |
[02:26.30] | But doesn' t look for me |
[02:32.66] | It walks just as it' s grown |
[02:36.59] | It' s laughing so naturally |
[04:07.87] | It tells me a tree' s a tree |