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• Artiste: Driftless Pony Club
• Titre: Lyle Loves It
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When I look at the colored lights In the postcards of city sights My eyes are dim under blurry skies The ground beneath me, it won't hold tight And I say "Next! Next! Next!" Say, "Next! Next! Next sight!" Always there, to tie her to flight But the rhythm of the season's Always different, slowly freezing It reminds me that the fault is all mine 'Cause there's no burning buildings And I feel warm And all these beasts of burden Are shucked and shorn By a record player On the wooden floor And something so big You've never seen it before It's like a re-education In elementary particle physics It's like constellations And the strange charm they're made with. And in the twilight I'm feeling alright After waking, being woken More than one night now And under dark skies When we're both blind The leaves will move beneath our feet We won't fall down 'Cause when we look at Christmas lights While we're blanketed in frost bite We'll crush the snowy sidewalk And make it home tonight. And we'll take our star maps Far off from the city Navigation will be easy and we'll never forget anything. 'Cause there's no burning buildings And I feel warm All these beasts of burden Are shucked and shorn By a record player On the wooden floor And something so big You've never seen it before It's like a re-education In elementary particle physics It's like constellations And the strange charm they're made with.