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 |