Song | Fool's Moon |
Artist | Gov't Mule |
Album | 2013-10-05 Chicago, IL |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Blur - Fool's Day | |
Wake up straight | |
Called out by the sun | |
On the first day of April | |
Out of bed | |
Lord, it was a plane crash | |
But I’m sure that I was dreaming | |
TV on, | |
Of course caffeine and signs | |
Of submission again | |
Another day | |
On this little island | |
Just a bell hangs on | |
Porridge done | |
I take my kid to school | |
It was the pound shop, Woolworth’s | |
Under bridge | |
Where the subway sees the daytime | |
And the West Way flies by | |
Then on my bike | |
Down the Ladbroke Grove | |
To the forthcoming dramas | |
The studio | |
And a love of all sweet music | |
We just can’t let go | |
Let go… let go.. let go… let go.. llet go | |
So meditate | |
On what we’ve all become | |
On a cold day in springtime | |
Civil War | |
Is what we all were born into | |
Raise your left hand, right, sing | |
Don’t capitulate | |
To the forces of the market place | |
They’re long departed | |
Consolidate | |
The love we’ve had together | |
On a cold day in springtime |
Blur Fool' s Day | |
Wake up straight | |
Called out by the sun | |
On the first day of April | |
Out of bed | |
Lord, it was a plane crash | |
But I' m sure that I was dreaming | |
TV on, | |
Of course caffeine and signs | |
Of submission again | |
Another day | |
On this little island | |
Just a bell hangs on | |
Porridge done | |
I take my kid to school | |
It was the pound shop, Woolworth' s | |
Under bridge | |
Where the subway sees the daytime | |
And the West Way flies by | |
Then on my bike | |
Down the Ladbroke Grove | |
To the forthcoming dramas | |
The studio | |
And a love of all sweet music | |
We just can' t let go | |
Let go let go.. let go let go.. llet go | |
So meditate | |
On what we' ve all become | |
On a cold day in springtime | |
Civil War | |
Is what we all were born into | |
Raise your left hand, right, sing | |
Don' t capitulate | |
To the forces of the market place | |
They' re long departed | |
Consolidate | |
The love we' ve had together | |
On a cold day in springtime |
Blur Fool' s Day | |
Wake up straight | |
Called out by the sun | |
On the first day of April | |
Out of bed | |
Lord, it was a plane crash | |
But I' m sure that I was dreaming | |
TV on, | |
Of course caffeine and signs | |
Of submission again | |
Another day | |
On this little island | |
Just a bell hangs on | |
Porridge done | |
I take my kid to school | |
It was the pound shop, Woolworth' s | |
Under bridge | |
Where the subway sees the daytime | |
And the West Way flies by | |
Then on my bike | |
Down the Ladbroke Grove | |
To the forthcoming dramas | |
The studio | |
And a love of all sweet music | |
We just can' t let go | |
Let go let go.. let go let go.. llet go | |
So meditate | |
On what we' ve all become | |
On a cold day in springtime | |
Civil War | |
Is what we all were born into | |
Raise your left hand, right, sing | |
Don' t capitulate | |
To the forces of the market place | |
They' re long departed | |
Consolidate | |
The love we' ve had together | |
On a cold day in springtime |