| Song | Ten O'Clock Shadows |
| Artist | Jandek |
| Album | This Narrow Road |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Last page for the voice | |
| I request, in the half light | |
| Even now the ten o’clock shadows | |
| Lead you to the country side | |
| And the big rocks, and the pasture | |
| With the stars winking a smile | |
| Love in the clear wafting cool | |
| With your jacket flapping in the breeze | |
| And the evening is a good place to lie down | |
| And let the music play | |
| Again roaming through the hills | |
| In the market place, some where behind | |
| And the tools, all on the shelf | |
| And the wheels turning some other time | |
| While your only thrill is the night | |
| Stars winking hello | |
| I know you and you’re welcome to my realm | |
| Granite rocks and green tufts of pasture land | |
| Rolling hills hide the day | |
| In their night time splendor | |
| And went, in article of faith and time | |
| And place | |
| One after the other | |
| Go to the granite halls | |
| And the iron spikes | |
| Crying “Who dares keep my steps here or there?” | |
| I’ve gone through the ages, spent | |
| And recommend in the almighty name | |
| And rolling in the starry night | |
| In the green blades and black speckles |
| Last page for the voice | |
| I request, in the half light | |
| Even now the ten o' clock shadows | |
| Lead you to the country side | |
| And the big rocks, and the pasture | |
| With the stars winking a smile | |
| Love in the clear wafting cool | |
| With your jacket flapping in the breeze | |
| And the evening is a good place to lie down | |
| And let the music play | |
| Again roaming through the hills | |
| In the market place, some where behind | |
| And the tools, all on the shelf | |
| And the wheels turning some other time | |
| While your only thrill is the night | |
| Stars winking hello | |
| I know you and you' re welcome to my realm | |
| Granite rocks and green tufts of pasture land | |
| Rolling hills hide the day | |
| In their night time splendor | |
| And went, in article of faith and time | |
| And place | |
| One after the other | |
| Go to the granite halls | |
| And the iron spikes | |
| Crying " Who dares keep my steps here or there?" | |
| I' ve gone through the ages, spent | |
| And recommend in the almighty name | |
| And rolling in the starry night | |
| In the green blades and black speckles |
| Last page for the voice | |
| I request, in the half light | |
| Even now the ten o' clock shadows | |
| Lead you to the country side | |
| And the big rocks, and the pasture | |
| With the stars winking a smile | |
| Love in the clear wafting cool | |
| With your jacket flapping in the breeze | |
| And the evening is a good place to lie down | |
| And let the music play | |
| Again roaming through the hills | |
| In the market place, some where behind | |
| And the tools, all on the shelf | |
| And the wheels turning some other time | |
| While your only thrill is the night | |
| Stars winking hello | |
| I know you and you' re welcome to my realm | |
| Granite rocks and green tufts of pasture land | |
| Rolling hills hide the day | |
| In their night time splendor | |
| And went, in article of faith and time | |
| And place | |
| One after the other | |
| Go to the granite halls | |
| And the iron spikes | |
| Crying " Who dares keep my steps here or there?" | |
| I' ve gone through the ages, spent | |
| And recommend in the almighty name | |
| And rolling in the starry night | |
| In the green blades and black speckles |