Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Well, artist - Bill Callahan. Album song Rough Travel For A Rare Thing, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 22.03.2010
Record label: Drag City
Song language: English
The Well |
I could not work |
So I threw a bottle into the woods |
And then I felt bad |
For the doe paw |
And the rabbit paw |
So I went looking for the pieces |
Of the bottle that I threw |
Because I couldn’t work |
I went deep |
Further than i could throw |
And i came upon an old abandoned well |
All boarded over |
With a drip hanging from the bucket still |
Well I watched that drip but it would not drop |
I watched that drip but it would not drop |
I knew what I had to do |
Had to pull those boards off the well |
When I got the boards off |
I stared into the black black black |
And you know I had to yell |
Just to get my voice back |
I guess everybody has their own thing |
That they yell into a well |
I gave it a coupla hoots |
A hello |
And a fuck all y’all |
I guess everybody has their own thing |
That they yell into a well |
And as I stood like that |
Staring into the black black black |
I felt a cool wet kiss |
On the back of my neck |
Dang |
I knew if I stood up |
The drip would roll down my back |
Into no man’s land |
So I stayed like that |
Staring into the black black black |
Well they say black is all colours at once |
So I gave it my red rage my yellow streak |
The greenest parts of me |
And my blues I knew just what I had to do |
I had to turn around and go back |
And let that drip roll down my back |
And I felt so bad about that |
But wouldn’t you know |
When I turned to go |
Another drip was forming |
On the bottom of the bucket |
And I felt so good about that |