Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Yardsale , by - The Avett Brothers. Song from the album The Gleam, in the genre КантриRelease date: 18.12.2006
Record label: Ramseur
Song language: English
Yardsale |
| I wonder if this blade ran through someone’s side |
| The blood wiped away to hide |
| How evil you grandfather was 'fore he died |
| But war can make monsters out of us all |
| I’m sure I’d become one if I was called |
| And then it would be my blade |
| Here at this yardsale |
| The guitar I am holding is way out of tune |
| The neck it is warped and the saddle is through |
| I wonder if sweet music ever was played |
| From the hands of a boy to a girl in the shade |
| From this rickety ghost of a song |
| Here at this yardsale |
| A dollar for anything here on this quilt |
| A price tag for hands from which all things are built |
| A blanket of voices speak pleasure in shame |
| Flowers of plastic and fruit of the same |
| A basket of nothing at all |
| Here at this yardsale |
| So if I had the money I’d buy everything |
| And cover the whole lot with good gasoline |
| And burn it for all that I care for the past |
| And rid mother earth of what never should last |
| And give her the present of ash |
| Made of a yardsale |