Cowboy Junkies
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Up on the bluff, where I wish I was
Twistin' up the pages of history
My cold feet danglin', my bony arms gesturin'
To summon up little chunk of that history
In the corridor the shadows are long
And it messes with my equilibrium
And there's strains of a strange language
Up on the bluff, where the hardwood's jut
Out toward the gusts of history
My crusty mind cracks, my restless heart tracks
The fractal lines of history
In the corridor the shadows are long
And it messes with my equilibrium
And there's strains of a strange language
In the corridor the shadows are long
And it messes with my equilibrium
And there's strains of a strange language
- Album:
- Notes Falling Slow
- Kennedy Suite
- Wilderness
- One Soul Now
- In The Time Before Llamas
- Open
- Rarities, B-Sides And Slow, Sad Waltzes
- The Trinity Sessions
- Black-Eyed Man
- Lay It Down
- Miles from Our Home
- Miscellaneous
- Pale Sun, Crescent Moon
- The Caution Horses
- The Trinity Session
- Whites off Earth Now!!
- At the End of Paths Taken
- Early 21st Century Blues
- Renmin Park
- Demons