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• Artiste: Sun Kil Moon
• Titre: Church Of The Pines
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Spring, spring.. flowers blossom and bloom. Squirrel, squirrel.. jump down onto my roof. Sparrow, Cardinal, hummingbird. Redwood, holly tree, juniper... The service moves slowly through the hills Faint sound of the highway Night sets on the church of pines, Ending the day, they laid down to rest. From my room, I look at the street And see the youths passing along While I unwind, head in a song. And in my bed, I play the guitar I loosen the strings 'til I find a tone And if it don't come... then I put it down. Howl, howl.. dogs of the neighborhood Moon glow, over the gravestones Dense vines, strangle the black oaks the lamp light, the fallen fence posts. The sun rises over the tree line.... With welcoming morning light. Day sets on the church of pines, one day we'll all.. be laid to rest. From the hills I look up at stars And feel the darkness swell like a bruise And in my head, I'm playing with words I scramble and strain to find the right ones sometimes there are none. sometimes they don't come.