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• Artiste: Ween
• Titre: Get A Little Taste Of You
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A rifle sits behind your sleeping ear. Echo on the cold wall, closest neighbour couldn't hear. We'd dug a hole in the fall, so now it's a frozen burial. And she's gone, just before the new year. Well, I'm gonna build a cross for a spot between the trees and stick it in firm so it won't sway in their breeze. Well, you and I have trouble makin' up our half-assed minds, but she'd seen sixteen years of our kind. What's it like when your memories start to freeze? Oh, and I wonder what it is about dogs and thunder, what they hear comin' over the field. Back hall shelter, warm nights in summer, shakin' the ground that you lie under. Well, I know you're not here, but at least you don't feel it anymore. And I came to see you on the day that it happened. You said: "Hey, sorry Sar, but I gotta go." And I was trying to read some sort of reaction, but somethin' you just can't show. Well, I guess it's time I go across the snowy barnyard, just past the drive-in shed. Shadow of me in the moon, well, I was in a movie in my head. This pile of dirt on the ground will sink when nobody's around. Winter covers everything, but everything's not dead. Oh, and I wonder what it is about dogs and thunder, what they hear comin' over the field. Back hall shelter, warm nights in summer, shakin' the ground that you lie under. Well, I know you're not here, but at least you don't feel it anymore. Well, I know you're not here, but at least you don't feel it anymore. Well, I know you're not here, but at least you don't fear it anymore