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Zonards des grands Z'espaces
John Moreland, Live (2015)
« Hang Me In The Tulsa County Stars », live at SXSW.
Hang me in the Tulsa County stars
Hang me in the Tulsa County stars
Meet me where I land if I slip and fall too far
Hang me in the Tulsa County stars
I don’t want to come back down to earth
No, I don’t want to come back down to earth
My heart is growing heavy from the ever-endless hurt
So I don’t want to come back down to earth
And babe, I know this life will make you cold and leave you
mad
Make you homesick for a home you never had
Burning out the good with all the bad
So darling let the charmers leave the room
They’re drowning out the Nashville moon
I want to learn exactly who you are
Then hang me in the Tulsa County stars
Find me in the Indian Nation sky
You can find me in the Indian Nation sky
When it feels like nothing’s real and no one’s standing on
your side
Just find me in the Indian Nation sky
I’d set ablaze the secrets I’d concealed
I’d set ablaze the secrets we conceal
If I could make you feel the way you make me feel
I’d set ablaze the secrets we conceal
And babe, I know this world will have the wolves outside
your door
Make you leave all that you love to fight a war
And never tell you what you’re dying for
So, darling, let the charmers leave the room
Let them have that Nashville moon
I want to know exactly who you are
Then hang me in the Tulsa County stars
Just hang me in the Tulsa County stars
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« No Glory In Regret », live at the American Songwriter office.
Did you hear the devil laughing
From the ambulance passing
Or was that just my troubled mind?
Don’t you wanna shake the ground
And tear heaven down
And raise your fist to the guilty sky
I’ve been pouring whiskey in the wind
Burning pictures of my best friends
Until the ashes cover me like rain
And you meant something to me then
And you mean something to me now
But some things ain’t meant to stay the same
So bless our busted hearts
Just sinking into the dark
Mourning these wasted old sparks
That all disappear
I never meant to be
Your woe-is-me emergency
But I ain’t dead yet
And I know there ain’t no glory in regret
Don’t it feel like the truth
Comes at the price of your youth
When the hell you’ve paid ain’t quite enough
And God’s been making deals
While we’re down here spinning our wheels
And using up our little share of luck
Well, you beg the world to know your name
And you get glitter spilling out your veins
Turn turn turn, babe, I guess it’s true
‘Cause I was standing on a dead end drive
With my pride, thumbing for a ride
And somehow I ended up next to you
So bless our busted hearts
Just sinking into the dark
Mourning these wasted old sparks
That all disappear
I never meant to be
Your woe-is-me emergency
But I ain’t dead yet
And I know there ain’t no glory in regret
Don’t it feel like the truth
Comes at the price of your youth
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