Apocalypse, Now!
We dined in the breezeway
And met later in the carport for drinks
We rationed out the pills
Splitting evenly the blues and the pinks
We didnt really split the blues
I only mean thats what he thinks
Hes got the mother lode this time
Why, o why are best friends such finks?
We met on the causeway
Unloading all our grievances there
He pat me on the shoulder
And I playfully ruffled his hair
Then brought him to the waterline
And constrained him while he struggled for air
Then I pulled him back and kissed
And we both went arm in arm to the fair
Joya 專輯歌曲
歌曲 | 歌手 | 專輯 |
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Idea and Deed | Will Oldham | Joya |
O Let It Be | Will Oldham | Joya |
Apocalypse, Now! | Will Oldham | Joya |
Under What Was Oppression | Will Oldham | Joya |