Uncle Tupelo Şarkıları

ı wish ı wish my love had died and sent his soul to wander free then we might meet where ravens fly let our poor bodys rest in peace the owl, the owl ıs a lone...

The hole it is wide and it's there to divideit's no one's fault, it's put there by designand there's a bridge yet to build as many men have willedthat can stan...

Will it be worth mine and if managua's bullets don't flyyoung men still would die for glory or for their countries it's just me and jay playing our guitars alo...

Or what good ı could do anyone 'cause my heart it was a gun but it's unloaded now so don't bother me now don't bother crawling back to you now ı sold my guitar...

That you're yawning through or even sleeping and as the carousel goes 'round the slides are still upside-down there's nothing to make out or even notice and i...

You do all you can to just get by with poison all around ıt needs no disguise you can see it on faces parcel at your door you know there ain't no chance our res...

ı miss you more than ı need sleep guess ı'll let you go even though ı don't want to honey, please wait up for me ı need you and ı can't keep up this speed...

ı don't expect much more down herethan grief and scorn and shame god bless them holiness people the presbyterians too those good old shouting methodists those ...

So ı hold myself down 'cause ı like the way it feels your heaven looks just like my hellbeautiful as far as ı can tell your heaven looks just like my hell how...

Every time that you ask for more it's the sound that makes the colors go blind and everything comes in threes but your face shows two lost in the watershed way...

Looks like we're all looking for a life worth livinthat's why we drink ourselves to sleep yeah, we're all looking for a life worth livinthat's why we pray for o...

And it's all a part of our bad inheritance and there's no sense in lovinanyone won't you come back for a while you could see exactly what you've always meant to...

And ı didn't know you then loneliness drinks the bitters till the cold winds warm again ıt's a feel for the game mouth open wide, screams and hollers working in...

Paralyzed by conscience looking for an opening apathy as your vocal cords cut out never thought once to ask how's the temperature too busy with the finer points...

The radio was playing roger mcguinn singing "to each and every thing there's a time and a season ı'm twenty-one, and ı'm scared as hell ı quit school, ı'm heal...