Hale & HeartyHeyward HowkinsDescription: PRODUKTBESCHREIBUNGEN Thunderin' Stop By the side of the sleepy canal You gave a sibilant shout and then the baby was out The whole sky is an affront when we're sitting in the mud Composing ourselves for the thunderin' stop Oh hell you tried but I won't be canalized This whole valley's been cut then we're bracing to get up Amusing ourselves with debris from all sides You and I alone you and I alone We were walking pretty fast to the locks now maybe next By the side of the sleepy canal You gave a sibilant shout and then the baby fell out The whole sky is an affront when we're sitting in the mud Composing ourselves for the thunderin' stop You and I alone you and I alone We were walking pretty fast to the locks now maybe next ========================== Hale & Hearty With the Vellum girls at dawn Making nothing more than fun Where the prize is a frown that could white out the town And the shadow boys of late Are bent on breaking coffee dates While you're skimming the curds off your failing verbs Go on have another bump 'til it all feels right Look at your crowd they are so hale and hearty Later on the porch foreign bodies getting warm They aim to fill a whole garage with unhelpful hints from empty jobs You have been sloughed off by your state; we're the saints now you're the snake Fashion a pillow from your braids close out your night in east PA Go on have another bump 'til it all feels right Look at your crowd they are so hale and hearty They'll be down two pair of eyes and reddened by a setting sky They won't call You won't mind And now the nuns got you marching for the weekend parade In line with your neighbor well you should be able A slide from your trombone or a feeble favor Was that all you were is that all you are? Go on have another bump 'til it all feels right Look at your crowd they are so hale and hearty A friend of debt or downright poor Whether sad or suffered loss From back woods or forward thought....stay calm Every rod in every eye The amplitude of every life... ========================== Spanish Moss My city's cold and naked Who'll wrap an arm around it? My city's looking skinny Who'll ask it in for dinner? Weekends the wasted ponder Which neighborhood is tougher? Less so the night they're in it They won't last a minute Boozing 'til bold On the Jersey side they never know That the fight is paramount Is it ever gonna settle out? My city's way hung-over Still sore from red October The sweet house it's up the river Keeps time on broken livers Back roads are still snow covered Sad plows give them no love Columbus came back to find his street Paved now with dope and blood And now we're getting tossed...under Spanish moss A nether compound a northern let down Are you married to your code? Was this lock now or was it load? Who knows who knows you know Your city's sitting pretty Squares green from southern living Masons and motor races Brimmed hats on babes in waiting Magnolia is housing Heywards on cotton couches Missed calls are getting massive From girlfriends and later spouses Boozing 'til bold On the Georgia side they never know That the fight is paramount Is it ever gonna settle out? ========================== Sugar Sand Stitched Lip A Saint Martin's summer in the pines And the next days all Alcyone With a cooler and a lighter I'll be gone When you wake up will you notice I've come home It was clear path heading to the car Through the cedars of Atsion For a hot joviality I traded some salary You can bet they'll be buzzing my phone Heard your sister's got a nervous web Round her head doctors won't collect Your stiff limbs could be some calm But your right hand's a fist left a broken arm A swift tour but later I got barred In an oxbow of Mullica With the sugar sand footing I'll be gone And when you wake up will you notice I'm not home Heard the whistle from a distant charge Round my tent bottles don't get warm With a stitched lip and a slurry start My right side's a mist left a soaking storm Stitched lip I'm a grown man Laying plans in the sugar sand God damn I'm a grown man Tent stakes in the sugar sand ========================== Waist High or Dry Measure the Salton Sea babe waist high or dry Turn amenities into enemies And the night's been strip mined But every morning a higher climb All white knuckles in the cab A beat day has buckled every lap So no one has spoken since we sat Heavy eyes all around A basin and band subside Stuffing garnets in your garments in time The cherry creek is offering To place the day in drive Aspens carved up front to back Peeling their skin Stealing back the west Still no one has spoken since we sat Heavy eyes all around Ely's up early making events for vacant kind But you won't know their age the brows belie belie Still the home team won't win for a father due or a deadened friend All white knuckles in the cab A beat day has buckled every lap So no one has spoken since we sat Heavy e
