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• Artiste: Pony Bradshaw
• Titre: Going To Water
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Covering these tracks and counting our ribs By the burn of a candle, each other's dark twin Our bodies blanched and curved with disease But we've got panache and these few dead teeth Rosie's in the bathtub shuffling Paint swatches A law unto herself, way outside of the margins Check the front door Make sure it's locked Turn off the lamps Settle the dogs At the throne of history in the county's dark hold We've got a bucket full of beer and some hybrid pre-rolls I'm thinking bout a good night's sleep Laid up in bed rubbing on my woman's feet I wish my back weren't giving me hell Off in the distance the tolling of a bell Mama wore a braid and corduroy pants Didn't have no use for barbed wire fence In a house full of cats, she didn't worry with the rats Mama played her records and taught us boys to dance Going to water in mineral bluff Daydreaming about my wife swimming in the buff A memory I'll hold fast to, once and forever Brick by brick we built this house together I'm thinking about a good night's sleep Laid up in bed rubbing on my woman's feet I wish my back weren't giving me hell Off in the distance the tolling of a bell I'm thinking bout a good night's sleep Laid up in bed rubbing on my woman's feet I wish my back weren't giving me hell Off in the distance the tolling of a bell