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• Artiste: Billy Burke
• Titre: Coming Back
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January rain come wash these bloodshot eyes from me I got some shine here in my pocket Fresh from the hellholes in these Angel City walls And it’s down they go to build up some bravery In wilder times, I fought my mind To crave the clearer view Now I’m sold and everything gets old But I know I’ll come back to you Doesn’t Franklin Boulevard remind you of cocaine? No sleep, no changing your jeans Driving round in that faded blue piece-of-shit t-top olds mobile With no cigarettes to keep you company Oh, hey, that 101 was fast and fun Down thru that sweet Cahuenga slue I slide in style up that miracle mile On my way back to you These animals won’t give in No they make it pretty easy to despise them Might as well let them win Catch a plane to New Orleans Oh, but once I’m gone and away too long L.A.’s the only shoulder I can lean on Put my feet upon And fade into the scene unseen, I say Where have all my kinfolk gone All the underdogs and thieves I had to guess, I’d say They all broke their legs Pacing round on these outpatient grounds In the frosty summer heat If you can suffer the days The nights will set you free Oh come on let’s go outside no stars in the sky But nighttime jasmine blooms With miner’s lungs and a liar’s tongue I’ll always come back to you Hey, in wilder times I fought my mind To crave the clearer view But now I’ve been sold and things get old And everything will come back to you (Thanks to Mandy Bemelmans for these lyrics)