Sun Kil Moon
City of the Pines
Spring, spring.. flowers blossom and bloom. Squirrel, squirrel.. jump down onto my roof.Sparrow, Cardinal, hummingbird.Redwood, holly tree, juniper...The service moves slowly through the hillsFaint sound of the highwayNight sets on the church of pines,Ending the day, they laid down to rest.From my room, I look at the streetAnd see the youths passing alongWhile I unwind, head in a song.And in my bed, I play the guitarI loosen the strings 'til I find a toneAnd if it don't come... then I put it down.Howl, howl.. dogs of the neighborhoodMoon glow, over the gravestonesDense vines, strangle the black oaksthe lamp light, the fallen fence posts. The sun rises over the tree line.... With welcoming morning light. Day sets on the church of pines,one day we'll all.. be laid to rest.Letras de cancionesFrom the hills I look up at starsAnd feel the darkness swell like a bruiseAnd in my head, I'm playing with wordsI scramble and strain to find the right onessometimes there are none.sometimes they don't come.
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