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• Artiste: Howlin Rain
• Titre: Riverboat
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These are not thieves come to take your ruby ring They are not ghosts with tales too long It's the sound of dancing of many-legged things That gather your tears from off the ground Our home is a feast love moving from the land We're swaying swamp reeds in the sand It's a cold feeling that hangs about our bones When we ride the death's head waters like leaves Take my arrow, the last one I got Wait for the wind to take your shot Maybe tomorrow you'll leave another tombstone Made of sand and moss Here's my teeth Mama, do you want them back? To tear the woven web and wires that bind you I killed a man and I'd kill a country full To keep the rusted boat beneath your feet Our days are numbered too but not outnumbered yet While I see you laughing at the sun The stars lay on your naked skin, the moon was on your breast When a hail of arrows fell upon us Take my shell of buckshot the last one I got Wait for the wind and take your shot Maybe tomorrow we'll leave two sunken tombstones With the silt and moss Can you take aim at my enemies? I can't see them anymore I will fire blindly into the trees and hope I hit someone's god Or three of some kind of ghost These are our times Mama, made of blood and bone Furious misfortune is upon us We had a run of luck and ran it to the ground It calls our lives from the darkness I see you with burning eyes, burning with my tears I hate, I hate to see your fear I'll leave a hundred bodies rotting in the sun And when my final bullet flies I'll be gone I'll be with my love upon the Styx River