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Frog Eyes – Noni's Got A Taste For The Bright Red Air Jordans lyrics
Whoa: Nonnie's got a taste for the Bright Red Air Jordans!
The wild lights grace the frame of the naturalist's door
Wild-man comes from the caves with air-salt from Jordan
Grind it upon the feet of his friend who is shy
We want to be alone: we want a night so slow; we want to taste an air worth recording
We want to be alone; low: we want a night so slow; oh to the taste of a fall worth Reporting
Bad bad Pennyworth's son is a lost angel's burden
Skirting the towns for the trails that curse the grey sky
Bang bang water is a curse for the outcasted Baron
Burdens fall away when we crawl down to die
And sigh...
We want to be alone: we want a night so slow; we want to taste an air worth recording
We want to be alone: we want a night so slow; oh. to the taste of a fall worth reporting
We yell "Dad, dad, you don't have to be the last man resorting
To the last damn breath of a man whose fate was to lie
We go damn! Damn man! you should have seen those archers in the morning
Piercing every bird that had the gumption to set alight and fly."
[from liner notes]
The wild lights grace the frame of the naturalist's door
Wild-man comes from the caves with air-salt from Jordan
Grind it upon the feet of his friend who is shy
We want to be alone: we want a night so slow; we want to taste an air worth recording
We want to be alone; low: we want a night so slow; oh to the taste of a fall worth Reporting
Bad bad Pennyworth's son is a lost angel's burden
Skirting the towns for the trails that curse the grey sky
Bang bang water is a curse for the outcasted Baron
Burdens fall away when we crawl down to die
And sigh...
We want to be alone: we want a night so slow; we want to taste an air worth recording
We want to be alone: we want a night so slow; oh. to the taste of a fall worth reporting
We yell "Dad, dad, you don't have to be the last man resorting
To the last damn breath of a man whose fate was to lie
We go damn! Damn man! you should have seen those archers in the morning
Piercing every bird that had the gumption to set alight and fly."
[from liner notes]
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