Cover di The Secret Migration

The Secret Migration
Album - 28 gennaio 2005 - Debaser id 170781

di Mercury Rev

Dawn brought a wild light, back into her tired eyes,
Like violets, opening her eyelids to the light,
Oh she was golden, I caught her still glowing,
I told you where we're goin' girl,
We're off for a dark country ride

I'll tell you a secret, I'll sell you a secret for a song,
Some day I'll tell you and take you back home where you belong

All the leaves are falling, Two suns are slowly rising,
I'll take you where the morning star burns just for you,
My dark country bride

I'll tell you a secret, oh I'll sell you a secret for a song,
I'll give you my soul, babe, an one day you'll give me yours

Oh I'll tell you a secret, I'll sell you my secret for a song,
I'll give you my soul, babe, an one day you'll give me yours

I'll tell you a secret, I'll sell you my secret for a song,
Some day I'll tell you and take you back home where you belong
Il tuo voto:
Look how the sun, captured by the rain,
Glimmers and falls, and lands in golden balls,
Like a bracelet hung, from a spider's web,
For me to show to you, like gifts,

That you won't forget...
For as long as you live...

See how the rain, captured by the leaves,
Shimmers and falls, and lives on in diamond balls,
Like a necklace hung, over limb and branch,
For me to show to you, like gifts,

That you won't forget...
For as long as you live...

Watch how the stars, captured by the sky,
Appear to die, before our eyes and live on, in other ways,
Well tonite they're mine, for me to show,
For me to shower you, like gifts,

That you won't forget...
For as long as you live...
And you will always have...
For I will always give them...
To you
Il tuo voto:
If I was a white horse...an offered you a ride...
Thru a black forest

If we took a strange course...promised you a danger...
For a while

Ooh-ooh (..a white horse)...Lorelei
Ooh-ooh (..a white horse)...Lorelei

There's no way 'round the forest...the only way is thru
An' there's no way I'll ever make it on my own..without you

But if you are persuaded...by all those dragonflies offering you a ride...
I'll know why

Ooh-ooh (..a white horse)...Lorelei
Ooh-ooh (..a white horse)...I'll know why
I'll know why

Forests come in all size...danger many shapes...
Well who's to say

If I was a white horse...offered you a ride...
Thru a black forest
Il tuo voto:
Has she found a way to make her man work out rite,
An' has she found a way to let her man into her life,

Has she found a way to teach her man some control,
Oh to make him understand her, as a whole,

Will she find a way to tell him just how lost she is,
An' will he find a way to lead her out of the wilderness,

Take her by surprise, and not by force,
Oh able to withstand, all her storms,

In the wilderness..things aren't what they seem,
In the wilderness..life is but a dream,
That flows on..that flows on...

Will he find a way to let her play such a sacred role,
Will she find a way to forgive him as a whole,

Oh how can he have been so blind for so long,
An' how can the woman I love, be so strong

In the wilderness..things aren't what they seem,
In the wilderness..life is but a dream,
That flows on..that flows on...
Il tuo voto:
On a summer day you can hear her call,
But in a funny way she reminds you of the fall,
On a summer day you can hear her call,
But in a funny way she reminds you of the fall,

Thru the fields an the streams an the lakes an the trees,
An the grass an the logs run all my dogs,
And I am home again

In the autumn air,
You can see her smile,
But in a funny way she reminds you of a child,

In the autumn air,
You feel her soul unfold,
And in a funny way you feel your own explode,

Thru the fields an the streams an the lakes an the trees,
An the grass an the logs run all my dogs,
And I am home again

Ahhhh Ahhhh
Ahhhh Ahhhh

On a winter day,
You can hear her call,
But in a funny way when the snow begins to fall

On a winter day,
You can hear her call,
And in a funny way,
You love her even more

Thru the fields an the streams an the lakes an the trees,
An the grass an the logs run all my dogs,
And I am home again

Thru the fields an the streams an the lakes an the trees,
An the grass an the logs run all my dogs,
And I am home again

On a summer day you can hear her call,
But in a funny way she reminds you of the fall,
On a summer day you can hear her call,
But in a funny way she reminds you of the fall
Il tuo voto:
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