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• Artiste: Ghost Of Tom Joad
• Titre: Through Every Organ
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Can you hear them coming? The saints are marching in. With all their drums and trumpets, I don't think they will understand. There is dirt in your footsteps, I will follow you through the mud. I'll shout your name in the darkness and never shut up. Your crystal voice surrounds me, in the wilderness and in this dying town. In my head there is a riot, oh, I don't know how to stop. My body is always aching, every organ and every bone. Fuck their record collections, cause your songs are all I need and all I got. It runs through every organ, from my ears down to the heart. Oh, I wish every morning that there is no more waking up. When the rapture is over, and there is nothing left to hear, your words and music linger in my head until I disappear. It has to start somewhere, so I give away everything I own. Find me between my headphones, where I soak up every single tone. And then I play your songs again, every chord makes me wanna die. If my whole life goes down the drain, I only hope that these four minutes never end.