Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sharing a Gibson with Martin Luther King Jr., artist - Lambchop. Album song OH (Ohio), in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 25.09.2008
Record label: City Slang
Song language: English
Sharing a Gibson with Martin Luther King Jr. |
All the leaves have turned to leather |
I have lost faith in the spring |
Withered like a dark balloon |
Oh, I hear no robin sing |
Ushered with the shower still |
Oh, the rain falls off the leaves |
And a rim of shady light |
It forms these patterns on my hands |
I can see your ring |
Is it camouflaged or etched |
Tell the king |
To me this errand sent |
To call such a hole |
In the kingdom of the Lord |
That we are afraid |
Where there is no fear |
Oh, he fell into a slumber |
And did not wake until the dawn |
To see a band of orange clouds |
Cross the middle of the sky |
Oh, he got into a fluster |
He felt a tightening in his leg |
With such finesse he waived a hornet |
From a wine glass |
And tiny fluffs of the feathered life |
And you wander forth with your insolence and wine |
To your fruitless mourn to them that cannot hear |
And what the fuck am I doing here? |
In the ghettos of Chicago |
Amid the poverty and despair |
Inside the game hens |
Were the giblets in a plastic bag |
A cocktail which consisted |
Of his gin and her vermouth |
Garnished together with the pearl onions |
Dying eyes gleamed forth their ashy light |
Tiny fluffs of the feathered life |
And you wander forth with your insolence and wine |
To your fruitless mourn to them that cannot hear |