paroles de chanson The River - Atmosphere
It
was
a
purple-purple
sky
and
an
orange-orange
moon
And
everyone
was
whistling
the
same
damn
tune
Except
Brian,
Brian
stared
out
across
the
field
And
watch
the
horizon
blossom
to
cop
a
feel
Over
the
edge
of
the
world
The
one
they're
all
afraid
to
walk
The
rationate
for
why
they're
so
high
on
the
small
talk
But
Brian
knows
where
the
crows
all
go
To
find
the
if's,
and
the
and's
and
the
but's
and
also's
If
I
could
run
through
the
woods,
and
speed
like
the
light
I'd
find
the
answers
to
why,
and
be
back
by
tonight
If
I
could
fly
through
the
fog
and
look
at
this
rock
I'd
figure
out
how
to
keep
Hell
off
of
my
block
But
as
it
stands,
I
stay
content
Tryin'
to
be
the
magic
man,
and
pay
my
rent
Wishing
that
Brian
would
turn
me
on
to
the
secrets
he
sought
While
we
keep
burning
the
dawn,
just
to
keep
the
day
hot
If
I
could
ask
you
one
question,
I'd
ask
where
you
went
You
could
teach
me
a
lesson
every
time
I
got
bent
But
the
alcohol
don't
make
me
forget
about
it
all
Doesn't
matter
the
season
the
leaves
can
still
fall
They
slipped
hidden
messages
within
the
cards
that
were
dealt
Trying
to
understand
myself
and
all
of
the
sorrow
I
felt
For
as
simple
as
I
am
how'd
it
get
so
complex
Got
me
studying
the
margins
and
disregarding
the
text
I
open
the
curtains
and
listen
to
the
traffic
go
But
I
still
get
nervous
each
time
my
piece
passes
go
The
residue
is
thick
and
the
memory
fails
I
still
laugh
cuz
the
path
feels
a
lot
like
a
trail
If
I
could
run
through
the
woods,
and
speed
like
the
light
I'd
find
the
answers
to
why,
and
be
back
by
tonight
If
I
could
fly
through
the
fog
and
look
at
this
rock
I'd
figure
out
how
to
keep
Hell
off
of
my
block
But
as
it
stands,
I
stay
content
Tryin'
to
be
the
magic
man,
and
pay
my
rent
Wishing
that
Brian
would
turn
me
on
to
the
secrets
he
sought
While
we
keep
burning
the
dawn,
just
to
keep
the
day
hot
We
used
to
be
a
couple
of
pimps
walking
the
hallways
with
pride
Drunk
or
sober,
life
was
nothing
short
of
rollercoaster
rides
Trip
to
the
clubs,
nod
the
skull
to
the
rhythm
All
we
wanted
out
of
life
was
what
was
given
And
when
you
passed
I
wanted
to
take
back
the
time
we
wasted
I'd
trade
all
the
buzzes
in
for
one
more
conversation
We
can
sit
in
the
shade
and
discuss
the
meaning
of
sacred
Cause
I
can't
see
the
garden
no
more,
just
the
aphids
But
the
wind
still
blows
and
the
plains
still
grow
And
I
wish
your
name
was
on
the
guest
list
at
my
shows
I
got
to
believe
that
you
can
see
me
when
I
find
my
freedom
Cause
you
got
to
meet
the
sun
before
you
got
to
meet
my
son
And
when
I
see
lightning,
feels
like
my
buzz
is
heightening
Everytime
I
feel
the
sun,
I
can
smell
the
love
And
when
I
smell
the
air
I
can
hear
a
child
trying
But
everytime
I
hear
a
river
I
think
the
mother
is
crying
And
when
I
see
lightning,
feels
like
my
buzz
is
heightening
Everytime
I
feel
the
sun,
I
can
smell
the
love
And
when
I
smell
the
air
I
can
hear
a
child
trying
But
everytime
I
hear
a
river
I
think
the
mother
is
crying
Album
Sad Clown Bad Dub II
1 Sad Clown
2 Body Pillow
3 The Pill
4 Running With Scissors
5 Fashion Magazine
6 The Wind
7 Hungry Fuck
8 Hells Playground
9 The Ocean
10 When It Breaks
11 Inside Outsider
12 The River
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