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• Artiste: Andrew Bird's Bowl Of Fire
• Titre: Way Out West
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Elder green is dead and gone Lost his way going down Don't know who he is or what he is done But it sure sounds sweet rolling off the tongue Yeah, it sure sounds sweet rolling off the tongue If it was in an old hotel That happened to be on fire Maybe I'd jump or maybe I'd reconsider Then I'd climb a little higher Like an oily rag in a dusty corner Like a box of matches near an open flame I'd jump 18 stories from a burning fire Sooner I'd face this world of shame Yeah, I'd skip this town and Jump a westbound train Take these fingerlings from my fingers Spoken with your breath With white-washed eyes And flies that linger Seems rather forlorn and bereft I said where you going with that sack on your shoulder Willie As if I could have guessed He says I'm gonna get the hell Out of slag Valley and take a little stroll way out west... I'd get so far away From that old matchbox hotal Man I'd skip this town Jump a westbound train Anything to get away from this shame