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4 electric guitars. bass drums. herr lyrics/vocals. zivic, mickey,antony, kevlar guitars. trev on bass big wally on drums and mix master
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Lyrics
like a wooden match
> i'm simple
> like a wooden shed
> it's plain
> two chairs on a porch,
> "come in from the rain"
>
> it's not so much an offer
> that's too much like work
> ahhhhhthese words are tiny seeds
> given to the dirt
>
> but if you need to
> just say no
> it feels so real
> but that doesn't make it so
> let a hundred schools contend
> and a thousand flowers grow
> je pioche, je pioche (french ' i hoe'.)
> I hoe my row.
> we'll take off all the covers
> stand naked in our hearts
> go down into the light my friend
> you gotta go down into the dark
> i know it won't be simple
> we can't avoid the pain
> but there's two chairs on the porch when we come in from the rain
>
> if you want this love
> just say so
> meet me in the field
> let's just go
> where a hundred schools contend
> a thousand flowers grow
> je pioche, je pioche
> I hoe my row.
le pouvoir de ma terre manque la douceur de ton eau
( the strength of my soil lacks the sweetness of your water)
> i'm simple
> like a wooden shed
> it's plain
> two chairs on a porch,
> "come in from the rain"
>
> it's not so much an offer
> that's too much like work
> ahhhhhthese words are tiny seeds
> given to the dirt
>
> but if you need to
> just say no
> it feels so real
> but that doesn't make it so
> let a hundred schools contend
> and a thousand flowers grow
> je pioche, je pioche (french ' i hoe'.)
> I hoe my row.
> we'll take off all the covers
> stand naked in our hearts
> go down into the light my friend
> you gotta go down into the dark
> i know it won't be simple
> we can't avoid the pain
> but there's two chairs on the porch when we come in from the rain
>
> if you want this love
> just say so
> meet me in the field
> let's just go
> where a hundred schools contend
> a thousand flowers grow
> je pioche, je pioche
> I hoe my row.
le pouvoir de ma terre manque la douceur de ton eau
( the strength of my soil lacks the sweetness of your water)
Stun Nutz
You gotta love a cool vibe fuzz drone poem built around just two
chords! The groaning and pining at the end brings it to a nice
tense close... some people may find that annoying, I think... but I
don't mind it much.