Testo Gold Fronts - Portugal. The Man
Testo della canzone Gold Fronts (Portugal. The Man), tratta dall'album Waiter: "You Vultures"
The sun went down and spoke with the lost lips
They spoke of hell and things
They knew they'd never miss
Bridge structure on a coal creek bed
Bricks, bats, and leaves iced out
Visions drag against the toe
And the ears shudder in this muddy sound
Where the railways roll, just one to hear
All the teeth hatchet with an African appetite
Flashing shades sparkle shy
Shaped for some skin guillotine
I've been getting pretty sleepy in these boxes
The blackened mule faces outside my door
Shouting, shouting
Shouting, shouting
The cold met the steel and the steel met the dog
It carried the men to the end of the trail
Where they walked down the street
Paved with lead beneath their feet
I had a little trouble with these black glass slides
I can't even remember the gold tooth blade
I've been getting pretty sleepy in these boxes
The blackened mule faces outside my door
Shouting, shouting
Shouting, shouting
I've been getting pretty sleepy in these boxes
The blackened mule faces outside my door
Shouting, shouting
Shouting, shouting
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Writer(s): John Baldwin Gourley
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