Rowland S. Howard

So long, baby
I've had enough
I can't ignore it
I miss you so much
I miss you so much
I miss you so much

I'm standing in a suit
As ragged as my nerves
And I agree what I've become
Is surely worth the hatred
That you've spat at me

The sky above me
The night so deep
That I could trip and drown
And still I see that you would dearly love
To shut me down

Well, so long, soldier
You're too much
I just can't stand it
I miss you so much
I miss you so much
I miss you so much

I'm standing in a suit
As ragged as my nerves
And I agree what I've become
Is surely worth the hatred
That you've spat at me

The sky above me
The night so deep
That I could trip and drown
And still I see that you would dearly love
To shut me down

I miss you so much
I miss you so much
I miss you so much

Bill Callahan / (Smog)

Too many birds in one tree
Too many birds in one tree
And the sky is full of black and screaming leaves
The sky is full of black and screaming

And one more bird
Then one more bird
And one last bird
And another

One last black bird without a place to land
One last black bird without a place to be
Turns around in hopes to find the place it last knew rest
Oh black bird, over black rain burn
This is not where you last knew rest
You fly all night to sleep on stone
The heartless rest that in the morn, we'll be gone
You fly all night to sleep on stone, to return to the tree with too many birds
Too many birds
Too many birds

If...
If you...
If you could...
If you could only...
If you could only stop...
If you could only stop your...
If you could only stop your heart...
If you could only stop your heart beat...
If you could only stop your heart beat for...
If you could only stop your heart beat for one heart...
If you could only stop your heart beat for one heart beat.

chegou.

chegou-

Leonard Cohen - Bird on the Wire

Like a bird on the wire,
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.
Like a worm on a hook,
Like a knight from some old fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons for thee.
If i, if I have been unkind,
I hope that you can just let it go by.
If i, if I have been untrue
I hope you know it was never to you.

Like a baby, stillborn,
Like a beast with his horn
I have torn everyone who reached out for me.
But I swear by this song
And by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee.
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,
He said to me, you must not ask for so much.
And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door,
She cried to me, hey, why not ask for more?

Oh like a bird on the wire,
Like a drunk in a midnight choirhave tried in my way to be free.