FANGS
ROSE
STOP
THE WINTER
NECKLACE
APPLEHEAD
MAN
WASHINGTON
BRIDGE
**PEARLE**
FIREBALL
HIGHWAY
IN THE SUN
BEATLE
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Fangs
in the city, fangs in the woods,
When
she brings me ruby liquor isn't Kelly good?
Fire
in the city burned my job away.
When
she brings this man around doesn't Kelly pay?
Oh,
isn't Kelly good?
Fangs
in the city fifty stories long,
Will
she put her weapon in a beggar on the ground?
Fire
in the city, fools in the woods,
When
she puts that loser down isn't Kelly good?
Oh,
isn't Kelly good?
Fangs
in the city, fangs in the woods,
When
she brings me ruby liquor isn't Kelly good?
Bones
in the river, music in the sky,
When
she hears that rusty drummerman, doesn't Kelly fly?
Oh
isn't Kelly good?
You're a pretty sight,
golden curls hang down. I'd like to see you in a wedding gown.
I'd like to see you,
its something everybody knows.
You may become a withering
rose.
There are kinds of
beauty besides what you've got now.
There are kinds of
beauty that a cold wind never shook.
You'll need that beauty
once you've worn a wedding gown.
And your pretty children
start to rip your pretty looks.
Ah, Rose, I believe
when winter comes
You may move, you
may fall,
You will shake like
the leaves.
She can stop the winter with her eyes.
The rain wants to wait
in the sky.
The wind wants to
wait till she goes by.
If she looks out the
window when she cries,
She can stop the winter
with her eyes.
The sun keeps the rain
from the sky.
The sun can stop your
world from spinning by.
If she looks out the
window when she cries.
She can stop the winter
with her eyes.
Elaine, your eyes.
When I awake, you are
a necklace,
With special beads
you are a chain.
Two years we've been
bound, set in our ways,
You are true to what
you are.
Where your silver tongue
with special glass
Hangs around my throat,
There your riches
lie with special beads
Burning to the touch.
Where your riches
lie with special glass
Hung up in my brain,
There your father
lies with special clasps
All around my throat.
Well, two years I've
been bound,
but that was useless,
Two years we've been
bound,
But that fell through.
Two years we've been
bound, set in our ways,
You are true to what
you are.
Where your riches lie
with special glass
Hung up in my mind.
There your father
lies with special clasps
Burning to the touch.
Pluck the brightest
fruit from the wooden arm
Furthest from the
road on the apple farm.
Carve an applehead
man, put him on the fence.
You can hear him tell
his apple friends,
"Yes I grew up sweet
till I fell from the tree,
Things have gotten
bad, take one look at me."
Red metal archway,
the Washington Bridge,
Made rings in the
water.
Rings in the water
underneath a white sky
Made a cuckold a widow
I'm coming down now
To the red north water
Who is with me?
When I drove the rambler,
I came to the bridge
With a special knowledge.
I had the special
knowledge of a silver tongue
Way down in the river.
A man time-torn
Hates getting born
Too far north.
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Can you see those gullies
by the road?
Those are like the
ones by Deegan Curve.
That's a place where
no one ever goes
Where I plan to lay
one pretty pearl.
You see my life was
ended in her arms.
Now the wind blows
colder on the trees
To end my foolish
wander through her charms
'Cause her will came
ripping through the leaves.
And here underground
fire can come around.
Hey, Pearle you'll
be coming down.
Because Pearle is coming
down
From her pretty world.
You'll be coming down
My pretty Pearle.
So I took my problem
to the road
Where I saw the land
by Deegan curve.
There I plan to dig
a dusty hole.
There I plan to lay
one pretty pearl.
And here underground,
flames can fool around
Hey Pearle, you'll
be coming down.
Here is a fireball
for you.
I hope you see it
when you die.
Are you pleased? Are
you sure?
I've been acquainted
with your kind.
When will you abandon
me?
The firehead is at
my door.
Are you pleased? Are
you sure?
Well, I've been acquainted
with your kind,
And you're getting
sleepy before your time.
I hope you see it when you die.
Highway in the sun,
you're not the only one.
Highway in the sun,
I'm gonna drive right out of here.
Burn my pretty sun
you always know the way is clear.
Past the emerald lake,
past the swans along the shore,
To the other mountain
where I made it once before.
You don't have to go
right now,
You don't have to
go too far,
I don't have to go
back north,
I don't have to drive
that car.
Highway in the sun,
I'm gonna drive right out of here.
Burn my pretty sun
you always know the way is clear.
And I always think
of ones I meet in other towns,
Folks who never bone
you in the street or put you down.
Let me crawl into your
brain.
Let me crawl up in
your mind.
May I walk behind your
eyes
Where your blood lies
cold and white?
May I walk behind your
eyes
Where your hair meets
fruited earth?
Be now bewitched, bewildered,
bothered and wise,
I will be a beatle
in your mind.