Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Billy From The Hills, artist - Greg Brown. Album song The Live One, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 16.10.1995
Record label: Red House
Song language: English
Billy From The Hills |
No one now knows too much about these woods |
They got lost, they wouldn’t know where to go |
Tribe’s been gone a long time, small farmers got blowed out |
Maybe there ain’t even that much left to know |
You can strip the trees, foul the streams, try to hide in a progressive dream |
Ease into the comfort that kills |
Before I do that, I’ll grab my pack |
And disappear with Billy from the hills |
Blood flows back and back and back and back |
Like a river from a secret source |
I feel it wild in me; |
I pitched my camp |
At the fork where knowledge meets remorse |
Women sing in me that song from the ancient fire |
I just open my mouth and what comes out gives me chills |
I got my song from a secret place |
I got my face from Billy from the hills |
A 40-inch barrel on that shotgun |
Steel traps in a cane pack on his back |
Eighteen years old, surrounded by the Ozarks |
Ain’t one little bit of that boy that’s slack |
If you’re looking for a helping hand |
He’ll give you one, you know he will |
If you’re looking for trouble, huh-uh, turn around |
You don’t want to mess with Billy from the hills |
Some folks dance cool, all angles and swaying hips |
Sensual as all get out and in |
Me, I’m a hick, and I dance like one |
I just kind of jump around and grin |
I know a guy, he doesn’t dance too much |
But when he does, he gives everyone a thrill |
You might run away or suck it up and stay |
When he dances, Billy from the hills |
There’s a lantern lit on a Missouri night |
A woman writing poems by a stove |
She knows the fox’s whereabouts by knoll, by gulch, by yelp |
As he runs at night through her mother love |
Her memory to me is like watercress from a spring-fed stream |
Fresh and aching as a mockingbird’s trill |
She lives in me; |
I try to look until |
I can see for her and her boy, Billy from the hills |
It’s a drifting time, people are fascinated by screens |
No idea what’s on the other side |
We stare at doom like an uptight groom |
And live our lives like a drunken bride |
Tonight I feel something on the wind |
Deep inside where we have to die or kill |
Something I know I didn’t know I knew |
I learned from Billy from the hills |