paroles de chanson Billy - Jestamang

Yes
I have sung young
And handled blood toned tongs
And driven death into song
And driven song into breath

Brandished the gun
Shooting the lung
On the face
The stomach
Or the heart
Have done everyone
Much more than once

No kidding hon
No joking son
Flooding mountain

Come to the valley flood
You brung water and blood
Undertows of mud
Undertones of swallowed love

Like I swung young
Like I sung young
My mother myth
To magic sprung
From zeppelin sponge
Her red hook
Cut out
My hungry tongue

Tumbling froth
Lunge mountain
Lunge mountain down
In banks
Out of banks
Wrung the last
I could wring
From my heart trust
Done the most lust
I could

To make the sounds
Sound sung