Slow Spirit - Bad News | Текст песни

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Bad news hangs around my head, like this morning's papers and some poor man's death. He laid down on neither side of the track. You can damn the fool or damn the devil on his back.

Black flies buzzing around my ears. I'm lucky being in the company of summer souls and sunlight and the living. This trepidatious life is short and unforgiving.

Boring men stand beside their cars. They speak of counting coins instead of stars, and sunsets rippling with twilight. You can damn the fools who tie the blinders on their own eyes.

Strange new birdsong up this new tree. I'm lucky hearing her, I'm blessed to be scratching out a simple song with my hands. If you can hear this I hope that you understand.

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