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-- Lyrics --
Standing in line at the filling station
Love the smell of the gas just waiting
I know I shouldn’t breathe it in
But I do anyway
See the lights now that I’m getting to the city
Drifting in thrift stores I see something pretty
I see a jacket I’d wear til I gave it to you
I’m not your lover
I’m not your lover anymore
Lilac and dogwood in the summer air
Kentucky grass wishing that you were there
With your hand on my knee
Put your head on my shoulder where you want it to be
I’m not your lover
I’m not your lover anymore
You shake my spine until you sublimate it
Pour the wine til I can’t separate it from my brain
You’re a sign on the highway covered in rain
I’m not your lover
I’m not your lover
I’m not your lover
I’m not your lover anymore
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-- Lyrics --
Come on, come on, come on over
Start talking to me
One thing, one thing I can tell you
You look good when you’re tired
Come on, come on, come on over
Start talking to me
One thing, one thing I can tell you
You look good when you’re tired
On a transatlantic flight
Before sunrise I’m dazed and confused
Just like Julie Delpy like Léa Seydoux
I wanna see you roll your eyes
In a televised interview
I wanna make you mine
I wanna make you mine
God’s handiwork in the clouds
You navigating the crowds
Of the festival
Of the festival
You’re lighthearted heavyhearted too
Something I wouldn’t put my worst enemy through
Now I’m looking at the sun through
My eyelids
My eyelids
Now I’m drifting in the astral plane
When willI I see you again?
Are you drifting in the astral plane?
When will I see you again?
So why don’t you come on, come on, come on over
Start talking to me
One thing, one thing I can tell you
You look good when you’re tired
You look good when you’re tired
So why don’t you come on, come on, come on over
Start talking to me
One thing, one thing I can tell you
You look good when you’re tired
On a transatlantic flight
Mmm Transatlantic flight
I am a prisoner, prisoner
Mmm I am a prisoner mmm, prisoner
Mmm Transatlantic flight
Prisoner, a prisoner
Mmm, I am a prisoner
Transatlantic flight
Prisoner, a prisoner
Transatlantic flight
Mmm, mmm
So why don’t you come on, come on, come on over
Start talking to me
One thing, one thing I can tell you
You look good when you’re tired
Come on, come on, come on over
Start talking to me
One thing, one thing I can tell you
You look good when you’re tired
On a transatlantic flight
Mmm
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-- Lyrics --
Mountain of worry
Mountain of song
You ask how I’m doing
Like you knew what was wrong
Tell me just one time
What I knew all along
I’m on your side
On your side
Long blue light
If you don’t call me
I might lose my mind
Can’t keep concentrating
On all the worry I find
So just lend me your body
I’ll lend you mine
I’m on your side
On your side
Long blue light
My eyelids are heavy
My spirit is numb
Don’t know where I’m headed
Don’t know where I’m from
I’m here just waiting
For my day to come
I’m on your side
On your side
Long blue light
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-- Lyrics --
Is it wrong to call your name
On the Apalachee Plain
When I know it’s been called
A thousand times
If at all
Is it wrong
To call your name
Once again
Wishing’s easy
If you try
Don’t get bogged down
And don’t you cry
If it comes true
So be it
And if it don’t just believe it
To be the way
That it always
Ought to be
Mustang’s kicking in the field
I saw it all behind the wheel
But it woulda never had that feel
You weren’t right there at my heels
Holding up
Your end
Of the bargain
So how about your lean on in
Just this one time give me that grin
The one I first saw laying in bed
With your hair about our heads
When the sky it was deserted
In the space of a couple lines
I’m reminded from time to time
You were in and throughout
Before the flood, before the drought
Before the sunlit garden grew
Before the ashes filled the tombs
No there ain’t nothing I can change about me now
No there ain’t nothing I can change about me now
No there ain’t nothing I can change about me now
You lay
You lay
You lay
You lay
You lay
Mmm
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-- Lyrics --
Coincidence is piling up, don’t know if it’s a sign
Sometimes you got no choice in the matter
You gotta shake the tree of time
You see I finally found another that I’d like to introduce
Do you know what I’m thinking, can you tell me who I am
Do you think that I am doomed?
You’re my blood brother
What am I gonna do?
You’re my blood brother
She’s just like me and you
I really fell hard for you baby, I won’t fall for that again
With my mind twisted and turned in all directions til I don’t know who I am
You know your lips when they kiss me it’s like a gun against my skin
But if ever they cut you down with a dagger, only I would feel it going in
She’s my blood brother
What am I gonna do?
She’s my blood brother
What am I gonna do?
My life is on the radio, they’re saying it’s a dream
I can tell that the lights are fading but it’s just a change of scene
You know sometimes it’s like I’m weightless and it’s just like I ain’t here
In fact for my next performance, I’m gonna plain disappear
She’s my blood brother
It’s just like I ain’t here
She’s my blood brother
I’m gonna plain disappear
She’s my blood brother
It’s just like I ain’t here
She’s my blood brother
I’m gonna plain disappear
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6. |
Hot Tears (Live at KCRW)
05:32
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-- Lyrics --
Maybe I’m just drawn to the wonder
I can feel it coming do you hear the ninth?
From the river bridge I hear the thunder
Eye of the storm your skin on mine
Tell me what’s the story my morning glory
Whisper it to me in a grand hotel
Telling me all the time I’m sorry
Baby don’t I know it, it ain’t hard to tell
Well I know, yeah I know, you get so low before you get high
Before you go, come say hello
Cause I’m never gonna find the way to say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye
Hot tears
Hot tears
Lightning evening in the holy highlands
Down in the hall up against the wall
I know you’re struggling what to call it
Why you gotta call it anything at all
Is it a dream or some softer poison
Eyes looking away til they bled the blues yeah
Is it a dream or some softer poison
Eyes looking away, eyes looking away
Well I know, yeah I know, you get so low before you get high
Before you go, come say hello
Cause I’m never gonna find the way to say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye
Hot tears.
Heavenly love is right on time
But is it enough
You gotta find the light
Heavenly love is right on time
But is it enough
You gotta find the light
Find the light
Find the light
Heavenly love
Find the light
Find the light
Find the light
Find the light
Find the light
Find the light
Find the light
Find the light
Find the light
Find the light
Find the light
Find the light
Find the light
Find the light
Find the light
Find the light
Find the light
Find the light
Find the light
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Leif Vollebekk Montreal, Québec
Some artists go on feeling like secrets long after they've started being told. Leif Vollebekk is one of these treasures. Born in Ottawa in 1985, he taught himself music using instruments inherited from his grandfather: harmonica, guitar, piano, an old fiddle. Leif has release 3 albums so far : Inland, North Americana and Twin Solitude. ... more
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