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Where the names were not burned along the wall
Saw a building high as heaven
But the door was so small, door was so small
I saw rain clouds, little babies
And a bridge that had tumbled to the ground
I saw sinners making music
And I dreamt of that sound, dreamt of that sound
I was walking far from home
But I carried your letters all the while
I saw lovers in a window
Whisper "want me like time, want me like time"
I saw sickness, blooming fruit trees
I saw blood and a bit of it was mine
I saw children in a river
But their lips were still dry, lips were still dry
I was walking far from home
And I found your face mingled in the crowd
Saw a boatful of believers
Sail off talking too loud, talking too loud
I saw sunlight on the water
Saw a bird fall like a hammer from the sky
An old woman on a speed train
She was closing her eyes, closing her eyes
I saw flowers on a hillside
And a millionaire pissing on the lawn
Saw a prisoner take a pistol
And say "join me in song, join me song"
Saw a car crash in the country
Where the prayers run like weeds along the road
I saw strangers stealing kisses
Giving only their clothes, only their clothes
Saw a white dog chase its tail
And a pair of hearts carved into a stone
I saw kindness and an angel
Crying, ''"Take me back home, take me back home"''
Saw a highway, saw an ocean
I saw widows in the temple to the law
Naked dancers in the city
And they spoke for us all, spoke for us all
I saw loaded linen tables
And a motherless colt then it was gone
I saw hungry brothers waiting
With a radio on, radio on
I was walking far from home
Where the names were not burned along the wall
Saw a wet road form a circle
And it came like a call, came like a call from the Lord
Hoo, no
Hoo, hoo
I'm tired now.
Yes. Horrible.
Usually like these guys but this is grating for some reason.
I agree. I keep waiting for something to change... and it doesn't. No surprises.
That doesn't look like a linoleum cut. Judging by the amount of black, it's probably scratchboard done on multi-colored stock, or it is possibly just a computer-generated graphic. Interesting picture, though.
crayola makes a black paper that you can submit to an "invisible" marker, that reveals the multi-colored paper backing after you draw...looks very much like that.
That doesn't look like a linoleum cut. Judging by the amount of black, it's probably scratchboard done on multi-colored stock, or it is possibly just a computer-generated graphic. Interesting picture, though.
Like.
Listening somewhere else ...
Where the names were not burned along the wall
Saw a building, high as heaven
But the door was so small, door was so small
I saw rainclouds, little babies
And a bridge that had tumbled to the ground
I saw sinners making music
And I dreamt of that sound, dreamt of that sound
I was walking far from home
But I carried your letters all the while
I saw lovers in a window
Whisper want me like time, want me like time
I saw sickness bloom in fruit trees
I saw blood and a bit of it was mine
I saw children in a river
But their lips were still dry, lips were still dry
I was walking far from home
And I found your face mingled in the crowd
Saw a boat-full of believers
Sail off talking too loud, talking too loud
I saw sunlight on the water
Saw a bird fall like a hammer from the sky
An old woman on a speed train
She was closing her eyes, closing her eyes
I saw flowers on a hillside
And a millionaire pissing on the lawn
Saw a prisoner take a pistol
And say join me in song, join me in song
Saw a car crash in the country
Where the prayers run like weeds along the road
I saw strangers stealing kisses
Giving only their clothes, only their clothes
Saw a white dog chase its tail
And a pair of hearts carved into a stone
I saw kindness and an angel
Crying "take me back home, take me back home"
Saw a highway, saw an ocean
I saw widows in the temple to the Lord
Naked dancers in the city
How they spoke for us all, spoke for us all
I saw loaded linen tables
And a motherless colt then it was gone
I saw hungry brothers waiting
With the radio on, radio on
I was walking far from home
Where the names were not burned along the wall
Saw a wet road form a circle
And it came like a call, came like a call from the Lord
I never know when it's Iron & Wine or Sufjan Stevens...
What kind of hearing aid are you using? Maybe the the volume is set to high and it's causing feedback. Cannot figure how you can think that the two even sound similar.
I never know when it's Iron & Wine or Sufjan Stevens...
I guess you have to focus on the lyrics
I was going through my vinyl the other day to decide what I can live without (to make room for new). It is really cool to look at all of the old album art! When the canvas us 12x12 people seem to put more effort in. I really like the cover of this album though. Good cover and good music.