Everything Burns Lyrics
| Song | Everything Burns |
| Artist | Don't Look Back |
| Album | Drunk In Your Arms |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [02:08.00] | Strange now to think of you, gone without corsets & eyes, while I walk on the sunny pavement of Greenwich Village. |
| [02:16.00] | downtown Manhattan, clear winter noon, and I’ve been up all night, talking, talking, reading the Kaddish aloud, listening to Ray Charles blues shout blind on the phonograph |
| [02:28.00] | the rhythm the rhythm—and your memory in my head three years after—And read Adonais’ last triumphant stanzas aloud—wept, realizing how we suffer— |
| [02:41.00] | And how Death is that remedy all singers dream of, sing, remember, prophesy as in the Hebrew Anthem, or the Buddhist Book of Answers—and my own imagination of a withered leaf—at dawn— |
| [02:55.00] | Dreaming back thru life, Your time—and mine accelerating toward Apocalypse, |
| [03:02.00] | the final moment—the flower burning in the Day—and what comes after, |
| [03:07.00] | looking back on the mind itself that saw an American city |
| [03:12.00] | a flash away, and the great dream of Me or China, or you and a phantom Russia, or a crumpled bed that never existed— |
| [03:22.00] | like a poem in the dark—escaped back to Oblivion— |
| [03:26.00] | No more to say, and nothing to weep for but the Beings in the Dream, trapped in its disappearance, |
| [03:34.00] | sighing, screaming with it, buying and selling pieces of phantom, worshipping each other, |
| [03:39.00] | worshipping the God included in it all—longing or inevitability?—while it lasts, a Vision—anything more? |
| [03:50.00] | It leaps about me, as I go out and walk the street, look back over my shoulder, Seventh Avenue, the battlements of window office buildings shouldering each other high, under a cloud, tall as the sky an instant—and the sky above—an old blue place. |
| [04:10.00] | or down the Avenue to the south, to—as I walk toward the Lower East Side—where you walked 50 years ago, little girl—from Russia, eating the first poisonous tomatoes of America—frightened on the dock— |
| [04:26.00] | Man: It's full of uhh... Woman: How was it? |
| [04:27.00] | Man: It's full of really bad images. Woman: Yeah. |
| [04:30.00] | Man: Horrible. I mean... Yuk, I was depressed last night thinking of it. |
| [04:37.00] | Woman: Really? Man: That's what's wrong with me. |
| [04:56.00] | Hello, it's very horrible at the same time very beautiful. |
| [05:11.00] | Hello, it's very horrible at the same time very beautiful. |
| [05:31.00] | Hello, it's very horrible at the same time very beautiful. |
| [02:08.00] | Strange now to think of you, gone without corsets eyes, while I walk on the sunny pavement of Greenwich Village. |
| [02:16.00] | downtown Manhattan, clear winter noon, and I' ve been up all night, talking, talking, reading the Kaddish aloud, listening to Ray Charles blues shout blind on the phonograph |
| [02:28.00] | the rhythm the rhythm and your memory in my head three years after And read Adonais' last triumphant stanzas aloud wept, realizing how we suffer |
| [02:41.00] | And how Death is that remedy all singers dream of, sing, remember, prophesy as in the Hebrew Anthem, or the Buddhist Book of Answers and my own imagination of a withered leaf at dawn |
| [02:55.00] | Dreaming back thru life, Your time and mine accelerating toward Apocalypse, |
| [03:02.00] | the final moment the flower burning in the Day and what comes after, |
| [03:07.00] | looking back on the mind itself that saw an American city |
| [03:12.00] | a flash away, and the great dream of Me or China, or you and a phantom Russia, or a crumpled bed that never existed |
| [03:22.00] | like a poem in the dark escaped back to Oblivion |
| [03:26.00] | No more to say, and nothing to weep for but the Beings in the Dream, trapped in its disappearance, |
| [03:34.00] | sighing, screaming with it, buying and selling pieces of phantom, worshipping each other, |
| [03:39.00] | worshipping the God included in it all longing or inevitability? while it lasts, a Vision anything more? |
| [03:50.00] | It leaps about me, as I go out and walk the street, look back over my shoulder, Seventh Avenue, the battlements of window office buildings shouldering each other high, under a cloud, tall as the sky an instant and the sky above an old blue place. |
| [04:10.00] | or down the Avenue to the south, to as I walk toward the Lower East Side where you walked 50 years ago, little girl from Russia, eating the first poisonous tomatoes of America frightened on the dock |
| [04:26.00] | Man: It' s full of uhh... Woman: How was it? |
| [04:27.00] | Man: It' s full of really bad images. Woman: Yeah. |
| [04:30.00] | Man: Horrible. I mean... Yuk, I was depressed last night thinking of it. |
| [04:37.00] | Woman: Really? Man: That' s what' s wrong with me. |
| [04:56.00] | Hello, it' s very horrible at the same time very beautiful. |
| [05:11.00] | Hello, it' s very horrible at the same time very beautiful. |
| [05:31.00] | Hello, it' s very horrible at the same time very beautiful. |
| [02:08.00] | Strange now to think of you, gone without corsets eyes, while I walk on the sunny pavement of Greenwich Village. |
| [02:16.00] | downtown Manhattan, clear winter noon, and I' ve been up all night, talking, talking, reading the Kaddish aloud, listening to Ray Charles blues shout blind on the phonograph |
| [02:28.00] | the rhythm the rhythm and your memory in my head three years after And read Adonais' last triumphant stanzas aloud wept, realizing how we suffer |
| [02:41.00] | And how Death is that remedy all singers dream of, sing, remember, prophesy as in the Hebrew Anthem, or the Buddhist Book of Answers and my own imagination of a withered leaf at dawn |
| [02:55.00] | Dreaming back thru life, Your time and mine accelerating toward Apocalypse, |
| [03:02.00] | the final moment the flower burning in the Day and what comes after, |
| [03:07.00] | looking back on the mind itself that saw an American city |
| [03:12.00] | a flash away, and the great dream of Me or China, or you and a phantom Russia, or a crumpled bed that never existed |
| [03:22.00] | like a poem in the dark escaped back to Oblivion |
| [03:26.00] | No more to say, and nothing to weep for but the Beings in the Dream, trapped in its disappearance, |
| [03:34.00] | sighing, screaming with it, buying and selling pieces of phantom, worshipping each other, |
| [03:39.00] | worshipping the God included in it all longing or inevitability? while it lasts, a Vision anything more? |
| [03:50.00] | It leaps about me, as I go out and walk the street, look back over my shoulder, Seventh Avenue, the battlements of window office buildings shouldering each other high, under a cloud, tall as the sky an instant and the sky above an old blue place. |
| [04:10.00] | or down the Avenue to the south, to as I walk toward the Lower East Side where you walked 50 years ago, little girl from Russia, eating the first poisonous tomatoes of America frightened on the dock |
| [04:26.00] | Man: It' s full of uhh... Woman: How was it? |
| [04:27.00] | Man: It' s full of really bad images. Woman: Yeah. |
| [04:30.00] | Man: Horrible. I mean... Yuk, I was depressed last night thinking of it. |
| [04:37.00] | Woman: Really? Man: That' s what' s wrong with me. |
| [04:56.00] | Hello, it' s very horrible at the same time very beautiful. |
| [05:11.00] | Hello, it' s very horrible at the same time very beautiful. |
| [05:31.00] | Hello, it' s very horrible at the same time very beautiful. |
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