I'm sitting in the concrete, I'm listening for a heartbeat I'm sitting in the painting, I promised I'd be waiting I'm sitting in the window, I'm listening
Come wander quietly and listen to the wind Come here and listen to the sky Come walking high above the rolling of the sea And watch the swallows as they
You say you think you can help me Think of me as someone who bleeds Well, I never told you to love me That's your sort of greed I can make my own decisions
He's like the swallow that flies so high, He's like the river that never runs dry. He's like the sunshine on the lee shore, He was my love, my love is
Swallows of San Juan Alejandro Escovedo - Real Animal Album 2008 Gonna crawl upon the shore Roll in the mud and the clay Like the swallows of San Juan
Start with straight shots and then pop bottles Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models Start with straight shots and then pop bottles Flirt wit the hood
Johnny Swallo Stop watching I take you by the hand Stop inside Paul and me We walk by Walking silent I saw It was burning Village On fire Was a village
Ich denk an die Zeit als ich siebzehn - mein Zuhause das war mir so lieb. Und doch kannte keiner die Träume die ich heimlich ins Tagebuch schrieb
More all the stars that ever shone for me Come with the fingers of the destiny Can you hear songs of a tiny swallow I hear them too and there is no need
"You know the truth." "Where are you?" "You could call it the end of the world.." You fucking parasite Feeding off my voice like a leech Sucking me dry
I wander lonely as a cloud I keep my head above the crowd Ain't nobody else as big as me But I must remember friends What has to start just has to end
I want to contributeto natural selection Find myself a razor Watch swallows in a heatwave Meet the rebel leaders They're coming cause they need us Ooohooooohoooooo
The gray wind heats my face, and pestilence that I smell moving me, death I bring, death I leave seems to whisper and my soul back to feeling lost. Whimpering
Balancing on the wind Leaning on the cliff edge wind, in limbo He watched sand running through the fingers of his left hand into the palm of his right
Little swallow please take wing and bring her to me Bring back the one I'm longing to see Little swallow please take wing and bring her to me Bring back
When the swallows come back to Capistrano That's the day you promised to come back to me When you whispered, farewell in Capistrano Was the day the swallows
Well, sometimes he just stays in And he might want some lovin' And then sometimes he just takes off for a while And she says What's the matter, baby?
These years of mine run red like a bloodline If I was the last son Prostrate, I wait but silence is not for me I'll shout 'til they come Oh, stop leaving