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By the riverside
04:53
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Down by the riverside she whispered
"(oh) son I'm your mom"
deep in her arms I was safe
"My son, you're just born!"
Down by the riverside I grew up
it was the year when I turned sixteen
Down by the riverside I met her
my home was long gone
Down by the riverside we plucked fruit
and we ate it, we ate it with joy
Down by the riverside we were young
and we had no reason to wait
--
she gave birth to a child.
The child's name was Lilly
I took her in arms
and she stopped crying
I took her in arms
and she smiled
--
Down by the riverside she said
“well then You’ve become a dad”
Down by the riverside I thought
"My god she's so small'
Down by the riverside she grew up
and it’s the year she turned sixteen
Down by the riverside she’s leaving
Oh no! she’s long gone!
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Billy without teeth
04:56
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He's been drawing wolves since he was a little boy
shiny eyes
that everyone was scared of
Drawing wolves since he was a little boy
A muzzle filled with teeth
as white as snow
as white as milk
So his parents took him to a famous shrink
the only one, they say,
who could fix him
The doctor greeted them with a gentle smile
examined the boy and said:
"he needs medicine"
"this boy needs medicine"
Where's your wolves Billy
Where's their teeth Billy
But somewhow he managed to get a real job
he found a wife
small flat
and a car that wouldn’t start
they build a house
outside of town
and had three sons
good sons that never drew a line
even a goddamn line
Where's your wolves Billy?
Where's your teeth Billy?
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If you don't play
You cannot lose
An artificial way to prove
yourself that you are not a coward
inadvertent waste of time
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3. |
Melting ice
05:15
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I left all my doubts
at home, undone,
up to the lakes I went,
up to the hills..
in the air
a smell of meltin’ ice
it's a good sign
i can't stand what i
what i may become
tamed and trained
perfect consumer
here, i'm fine
beloved by the light
of the early sun
i'm fine
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blood rush in the ears
when feet start to move faster
wind stroking the skin
on the cheeks
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Henry David's GUN Warsaw, New York
Henry David to pseudonim artystyczny Wawrzyńca Dąbrowskiego (Letters From Silence, Frozen Lakes, Nocny SuperSam, ex.
Bramafan) który wraz z towarzyszącymi mu muzykami powołał do życia twór z pogranicza gatunków singer-songwriter, indie-folk oraz folk-rock. Pozostaje w nim wierny czemuś co można by było określić "analogowo-akustycznym" podejściem do muzyki.
Booking: borowka.music@gazeta.pl
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