Autore: Counting Crows

Counting Crows – Amy Hit The Atmosphere

If I could make it rain today And wash away this sunny day down to the gutter I would Just to get a change of pace Things are getting worse but I feel a lot better And that’s all that really matters to me Amy hit the atmosphere Caught herself a rocket ride out of this gutter and She’s never coming back, I fear But any time it rains, She just feels a lot better And that’s all that really matters to me We’ve waited so long for someone to take us back home It just takes so long And meanwhile the days go drifting away And some of us sink like a stone Waiting for mothers to come There has to be a change, I’m sure Today was just a day fading into another And that can’t be what a life is for The only thing she said was she feels a lot better And that’s all that really matters to me We’ve waited so long for someone to take us back home It just takes so long And meanwhile the days go drifting away And some of us sink like a stone Waiting for mothers to come All I really know is I want to know And all I really know is I don’t want to know All I really know is I want to know And...

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Counting Crows – Four Days

I’ve wept for those who suffer long, But how I weep for those who’ve gone. Into rooms of grief and questioned wrong, But keep on killing. It’s in the soul to feel such things, But weak to watch without speaking. Oh what mercy sadness brings, If God be willing. There is a train that’s heading straight To heaven’s gate, to heaven’s gate. And on the way, child and man And woman wait, watch and wait. For redemption day. Fire rages in the streets, And swallow everything it meets. It’s just an image often seen, On television. Come leaders, come you men of great, Let us hear you pontificate. Your many virtues laid to waste And we aren’t listening. What do you have for us today, Throw us a bone but save the plate. Oh why we waited til so late, Was there no oil to excavate No riches in trade for the fate Of every person who died in hate Throw us a bone, you men of great. There is a train that’s heading straight To heaven’s gate, to heaven’s gate. And on the way, child and man And woman wait, watch and wait. For redemption day. It’s buried in the countryside, It’s exploding in the shells of night, It’s everywhere a baby cries, Freedom, freedom. Freedom, freedom....

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Counting Crows – Blues Run The Game

She was born in November 1963 The day Aldous Huxley died And her mama believed That every man could be free So her mama got high high high And her daddy marched on Birmingham Singing mighty protest songs And he pictured all the places Where he knew that she’d belong Be he failed and taught her young The only thing she’d need To carry on He taught her how to Run baby run baby run baby run Baby run Past the arms of the familiar And their talk of better days To the comfort of the strangers Slipping out before they say So long Baby loves to run She counts out all her money In the taxi on the way to meet her plane And stares hopeful out the window At the workers fighting Through the pouring rain And she’s searching through the stations For an unfamiliar song And she’s thinkin’ ’bout the places Where she knows she still belongs She smiles the secret smile At shows she knows exactly how To carry on So run baby run baby run baby run Baby run From the old familiar faces and Their old familiar ways To the comfort of the strangers Slipping out before they say So long Baby loves to run And she’s searchin’ through the stations For an unfamiliar song And she pictures all the places Where she...

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Counting Crows – Introduction to Sullivan Street

Take the way home that leads back to Sullivan St. Cross the water and home through the town Past the shadows that fall down wherever we meet Pretty soon now I won’t come around I’m almost drowning in her sea She’s nearly fallen to her knees Take the way home Take the way home that leads back to Sullivan St. Where all the bodies hang on the air If she remembers, she hides it whenever we meet Either way now, I don’t really care Cause I’m gone from there I’m almost drowning in her sea She’s nearly crawling on her knees She’s down on her knees Take the way home that leads back to Sullivan St. Where I’m just another rider burned to the ground Come tumbling down I’m almost drowning in her sea She’s nearly crawling on her knees It’s almost everything I need I’m down on my knees I’m down on my...

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Counting Crows – St. Robinson In His Cadillac Dream

Staring out of his window as the world rushes by Arthur Robinson closes the glass and replies, “I dream of Ballerinas but I don’t know why but Ive seen Cadillacs sailing I was born on the shores of Chesapeake Bay But Maryland and Virginia have faded away And I keep thinking tomorrow is coming today So I am endlessly waiting And the comet is coming between Me and the girl could make it all clean Out there in the shadow of a modern machine Walks St. Robinson in his Cadillac dream. Carrie’s down in her basement all toe shoes and twinned With the girl in a mirror who spins when she spins From where you think you’ll end up to the state that you’re in Your reflection approaches and then recedes again yeah And the comet is coming between Me and the girl who could make it all clean Out there in the shadow of the modern machine Walks St. Robinson in his Cadillac dream. come on charlie I have dreamed of a black car that shimmers and glides Down the length of the evening to the carnival side In a house where regret is a carousel ride We are spinning and spinning and spinning and now… There’s a hole in the ceiling down through which I fell There’s a girl in a basement coming out of her shell...

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