Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rider, artist - William Patrick Corgan. Album song Cotillions, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 21.11.2019
Record label: Martha's
Song language: English
Rider |
Call me rider, call me anything |
Call me what you like |
There’s no good names for soul |
'Cause you know me |
Sycamore spit-twine |
These knotted boughs must write |
Of each injustice |
Every solstice in white |
We slung tobacci beyond our rising rot-mines |
As trinkets get loosed us |
Canaries will trill on sing-song |
New paragons |
There’s some place I’d once belonged |
But straight from the heart I’ve wrought |
Not one speck of proof |
So dead punks traipse your streets |
Not a ghoul has your heat |
And straight from this heart I’ll beat |
My wings over you |
'Cause you know me |
Rider, I’ve got soul |
Call me rider, call me anyone |
Spell me what you like |
There’s no good cause I’m told |
'Cause you know me |
Happenstance twins brine |
And dread, besotted, clementine |
Oh, mighty father drippin' U.S. blue |
Whence stiff religion rose up every roof |
With hindsight |
So laughs the lancer who forgot how to ride |
Ponies freed as tresses flee |
Nouveau salons writ, continental spree |
But straight from this heart I wheeze |
No guarantees |
Just two twigs from a tree of life |
Gives one pause to take a wife |
Yet straight from this heart I’d lie |
Just to tell you the truth |
'Cause you know me |
Rider, I’ve got soul |
'Cause you know me |
Rider, I’ve got soul |