The screen door to the farmer's porch
To the back porch, to the back lands
It's never left closed
A new air pushed a full wind
That brought worlds on through
That only he could know
As the last of November passed
With his new life, with his new wife
She said she was feeling a little cold
The ghost of a clown just danced in and
Did a few tricks and danced out again
Warming a farmer's soul
Summer was all there was
We were working, breathing heat
Terror rising out of control
Through that door came a breeze
Cooling off the burning floor
The morning's breaking woke us long enough
We were sure we could see
The whole of some older birds
Riding to the ground on the falling leaves
Riding to the ground on some falling leaves
One last time, one last time to feed
🎵 LRC歌词版本
The screen door to the farmer's porch
To the back porch, to the back lands
It's never left closed
A new air pushed a full wind
That brought worlds on through
That only he could know
As the last of November passed
With his new life, with his new wife
She said she was feeling a little cold
The ghost of a clown just danced in and
Did a few tricks and danced out again
Warming a farmer's soul
Summer was all there was
We were working, breathing heat
Terror rising out of control
Through that door came a breeze
Cooling off the burning floor
The morning's breaking woke us long enough
We were sure we could see
The whole of some older birds
Riding to the ground on the falling leaves
Riding to the ground on some falling leaves
One last time, one last time to feed
📝 纯歌词版本
The screen door to the farmer's porch
To the back porch, to the back lands
It's never left closed
A new air pushed a full wind
That brought worlds on through
That only he could know
As the last of November passed
With his new life, with his new wife
She said she was feeling a little cold
The ghost of a clown just danced in and
Did a few tricks and danced out again
Warming a farmer's soul
Summer was all there was
We were working, breathing heat
Terror rising out of control
Through that door came a breeze
Cooling off the burning floor
The morning's breaking woke us long enough
We were sure we could see
The whole of some older birds
Riding to the ground on the falling leaves
Riding to the ground on some falling leaves
One last time, one last time to feed
🎵 LRC歌词版本
The screen door to the farmer's porch
To the back porch, to the back lands
It's never left closed
A new air pushed a full wind
That brought worlds on through
That only he could know
As the last of November passed
With his new life, with his new wife
She said she was feeling a little cold
The ghost of a clown just danced in and
Did a few tricks and danced out again
Warming a farmer's soul
Summer was all there was
We were working, breathing heat
Terror rising out of control
Through that door came a breeze
Cooling off the burning floor
The morning's breaking woke us long enough
We were sure we could see
The whole of some older birds
Riding to the ground on the falling leaves
Riding to the ground on some falling leaves
One last time, one last time to feed
Well see what I do, first look at the phone, turn on your TV
First I think of this, think to that maybe I just don't think
Lord I might sing at this, ...
Before the beginning you know something already started
Oh in the summer, smoking palace welcoming all the full hearted
The sun will settle down, with...
You can hear, hear it comin'
Like a train out of control
Surely leaves you wonderin'
Exactly where your ticket goes
Scream at the conductor
He's been ...
Someday, there'll be nothing more to say
When life is seen as the dance of the seven veils
Well, each teaser reveals the beauty that was always alread...
Miscellaneous
Junior
Brian Whitman
(varies enormously between studio + live, Col. Bruce-esque)
Hold me tight, if you want me to
Hold me darling, you w...
Black hole, paradise found
Something so dark and something so bright
Blue skies over our head
Why the hell is everything turning out gray now?
All thi...
Oh, Lilly likes Beatles songs
The words are off, but they don't feel that wrong
She came in through the bedroom window like a blue girl
Like a blue gi...
Rebirtha strolling 'cross the street
Juggling keys to a small red car
Butterflies and bombs fly close
Like she's some Disney movie star
Since the big ...
I fought against the bottle,
But I had to do it drunk –
But that don’t make it junk.
I know that I’m forgiven,
But I don’t know how I know
I don’t tru...