Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nomads, artist - Howlin' Rain. Date of issue: 31.12.2007
Song language: English
Nomads |
| Carry me back into the sand |
| Into the sand with the flowers and the fern |
| Old Mr. Centipede climbing tobacco leaves |
| Looking for livers and hearts for to eat |
| Cold and grey clouds staining the sounds |
| Straining the weight of a sorrowful sky |
| Wool on the trees, dust on the eves |
| The bark on the pines is worse than its bite |
| All of the lines have been lies this far, there is a feeling I must keep from |
| you |
| The hills of nomads, we envy their lives |
| Apicture we love; |
| Hills Have Eyes |
| This old motel song you dig when you’re stoned |
| But sounds like a cheap shot when you’re sober and cold |
| But if you are as stoned as a ghost in the snow, your eyes will be blue flames |
| These lines are crawling snakes up your open legs |
| You wear them pale and fine |
| This is the line I’ll give you true as the dawn |
| While the furious eye on the sun is upon us |
| The way your breasts dance while we’re making love |
| Now that is a line penned by… a divinely guided hand |
| Tailwind carry the birds to the coast to watch the clouds roll along |
| Pollen and pitch whisper the scripture of kings in a tongue only spoken by |
| ghosts |