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VERSURI JUMP LITTLE CHILDREN
| Jump, Little Children - All Those Days Are Gone |
| All those days are gone
So she falls asleep every night just before dawn
And closes her eyes
As the sun starts to rise
'Cause all those days are gone
Sometimes she pretends
The sun it has finally beg |
| Jump, Little Children - B13 |
| There is a place for me
Far, far away
On a distant moon,
Or on a silver screen.
With the perfect life,
Where you never die.
You just press rewind.
There is a place for me,
Far, far away
On a dista |
| Jump, Little Children - Body Parts |
| Body parts are nice
I can close my eyes
And think about your lips
They quiver to the tips
Of the fingers on my hand
I am the man
With some secret plans
I need to carry out
You are my mission
Impos |
| Jump, Little Children - Cathedrals |
| In the shadows of tall buildings
Of fallen angels on the ceilings
Oily feathers in bronze and concrete
Faded colors, pieces left incomplete
The line moves slowly past the electric fence
Across the bor |
| Jump, Little Children - Come Around |
| Ceramic tile floor fluorescent
Yellow iodine
I can feel your presence
Sedated by the heavy medicine
And come around, come around, come around
The flowers aren't worth keeping
The roses broke my skin
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| Jump, Little Children - Come Out Clean |
| I'm gonna do a series of em yeah just go ahead and
roll it
okay 1 2 3 4 12 3 4 1 2 3 4
oil painted portrait of still life
a moving image with patience just lie still
a chemical illusion break it down
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| Jump, Little Children - Habit |
| Scene One
Curtain up.
See the couple, coffee shop
Beatniks beating out beebop
Rainy day, skies are grey
But the couple feeling gay
Boy is laughing at her joke
Girl, embarrassed, takes a smoke |
| Jump, Little Children - Made It Fine |
| A song for when you go
To keep you company
A song for when you go
Far away from me
A song for when you go
To California
West of the city lights
Across America
A song for when you go
Out on the int |
| Jump, Little Children - My Guitar |
| I'd like to see you out one night
Dressed up like a rock-n-roll star
Straight out of some strange magazine
Then I know I'd love you
But if I see you out somewhere
You might think THAT I don't care
'C |
| Jump, Little Children - Not Today |
| I'm sure someone would hear me if I scream.
nah,nah,nah,nah,nah,nah,nah
I'm sure someone would notice if I seemed...
nah,nah,nah,nah,nah,nah,nah
Out of touch or hard to find.
But not today.
I don't m |
| Jump, Little Children - Overkill |
| Never, never ending
Constant motion, constant sleep
Forever complicated,
Never silent, never flee
Never, never flee
Always overkill, yeah
Never, never flee
Always overkill
Open to possibilties
I w |
| Jump, Little Children - Pigeon |
| The brackish roots of red and pine
Anchored in my curving spine
Bend to the winds of web's desire
And I lay down at your side
Above the bride of reds in clay
A swollen angel looks ok
In the red wing |
| Jump, Little Children - The House Our Father Knew |
| Fate will find a way, for you
On golden wings and leaden shoes
All the way to the house our father knew
And this angry storm of slamming doors
And broken glass on hardwood floors
Waits for you in the |
| Jump, Little Children - Too High |
| I can see by the light of a broken sky
That you're on the mend
The photograph of your broken hearted eyes
Can fade and bend
I can see your face as a black and white collage
Of the chemical emulsion
A |
| Jump, Little Children - Violent Dreams |
| Violent dreams,
Every night,
Lately I've been waking out of urgency.
Something I said,
Something I did
Is bringing on this violent emergency.
One black day in ghostly white
For just another sleeples |
| Jump, Little Children - Words Of Wisdom |
| On my father's legacy
Is handed down by angels' wings
A bittersweet melody
Is now mine to sing
Every precious memory
And broken hearted tragedy
Will walk into eternity
And not fade away
If you will |
| Jump, Little Children - Yearling |
| I can hear you sleeping
Like a softly penned letter
That you plan on keeping
Sound asleep next to me
Under the ink of a drying sky
If I were a wordsmith
A creative license
To puncture my journals wi |
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