Jane Siberry, in the crow soundtrack wrote:
We walked the narrow path,
beneath the smoking skies.
Sometimes you can barely tell the difference
between darkness and light.
Do you have faith
in what we believe?
The truest test is when we cannot,
when we cannot see.
I hear pounding feet in the,
in the streets below, and the,
and the women crying and the,
and the children know that there,
that there's something wrong,
and it's hard to belive that love will prevail.
Oh it won't rain all the time.
The sky won't fall forever.
And though the night seems long,
your tears won't fall forever.
It won't rain all the time.
The sky won't fall forever.
And though the night seems long,
your tears won't fall forever.
It won't rain all the time
The sky won't fall forever.
And though the night seems long,
your tears won't fall, your tears won't fall,
your tears won't fall
forever.
What are you listening to?
Blake and I were just listening to this in the parking lot. For those easily offended dont read any further, for those that knew Terry here ya go. Thanks Blake
(warren zevon)
well, i went to the doctor
i said, "i'm feeling kind of rough"
he said, "i'll break it to you, son [warren sings, "let me break it to you, son"]
your shit's fucked up."
i said, "my shit's fucked up?"
well, i don't see how-"
he said, "the shit that used to work-
it won't work now."
i had a dream
ah, shucks, oh, well
now it's all fucked up
it's shot to hell
yeah, yeah, my shit's fucked up
it has to happen to the best of us
the rich folks suffer like the rest of us
it'll happen to you
that amazing grace
sort of passed you by
you wake up every day
and you start to cry
yeah, you want to die
but you just can't quit
let me break it on down:
it's the fucked up shit
(warren zevon)
well, i went to the doctor
i said, "i'm feeling kind of rough"
he said, "i'll break it to you, son [warren sings, "let me break it to you, son"]
your shit's fucked up."
i said, "my shit's fucked up?"
well, i don't see how-"
he said, "the shit that used to work-
it won't work now."
i had a dream
ah, shucks, oh, well
now it's all fucked up
it's shot to hell
yeah, yeah, my shit's fucked up
it has to happen to the best of us
the rich folks suffer like the rest of us
it'll happen to you
that amazing grace
sort of passed you by
you wake up every day
and you start to cry
yeah, you want to die
but you just can't quit
let me break it on down:
it's the fucked up shit
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