Fine fine, strychnine free the mind cure the blind Ho ho, recline to the country a-goldmines I got it comin' out-a my ears Fine fine, take your time,
I heard that your Orpheus he done left town Snuck out the back way while you slept face down Bound for the underworld he rolled down his wool sleeves
Rock of ages, I am tumbling down Where the roots of trees embrace you, I do fall Upon my knees and ask you How you can just sit there and be Rock of
Faithless on the skids hung out to dry oh seen better days With the sunlight fading like a tabloid and I I have found All those double-barreled freedom
Have you been to the Cumberland Gap? Oh, no Fix your eyes on the green of the map? Oh, no Where the Appalachians rise? Oh no, oh no Have you tasted the
(Hammerin', hammerin', hammerin') Hammerin', hammerin' Hammerin', hammerin' Halleluhoodwink a hound's life is for me Everything but the kitchen sink,
Steel mill streets overrun The ghost of cars in the yard Sunflower speaks of a one, of a one Engines purr up above The L train roars like our love Like
Ooh Jambalaya Ooh Jambalaya It was muggy July around supper time When I pulled into New Orleans I got dropped off at South Rampart Street I was hungry
The soft wolf tread Thru emerald forest he was lookin' to make a bed There in the spindly thicket softly did he tread The soft wolf tread Sure was starved
Crossing the bridge where many lean to see Over the rail to glance the trembling stream Others stay to the center fearful it might sway And all those
You've come this far Followed each And every star Not to reach The peak would seem so wrong Your eyes look tired Want to sleep Although this climb's So
Where in the world have I been I must have tripped on the way in Diving into the shallow end I must have gone and broke the skin Hold me close and let
Are we still on the phone With the Lady Anna Clarke? And her trumpet solo Whose ghost sings for pay In the blue billiard room of the Monterey For room
(velvet goldmine soundtrack 1998) Darlin' you can't live your life singing songs in exile You were born for stardom's crown and not for self denial So
I was hanging with some friends In the parking lot one night near the summer's end I leaned back against the glass Of a car to watch all those speeding
You crawl up my vine and my soul's unwound Clouds are miles down as the song unwinds I'm conducting nothing anything at all No I know I know If I lose
I need a second just to catch my breath I need a second wind to blow my wad I'll play the second fiddle second best, oh Shang lang lang lang That second
Take a rush laugh Was the world this fuzzy last year Take a walk run past The old machines that sleep in pastures It's the well that draws you back When