Woorden:
A C Newman

wallops of conversation aside A beat too late, and it's gone A twist on natural law Then you arrive with an impact rivaling science A sealed, delivered, a

tenth or the twelfth Make of that what you will Make of that what you will Once there was a haunted loop of your deep, fallen tears A forehead resting on a

I was a silent partner. I found myself with the rabble who stood on the mount, hipshot, thinking, but not out loud: "There are too many prophets here."

Sequins in your wake find their way 'Cause someone left the lights on And the noon, it is a powerful one Sunshine was outside and I found Something in

Vertaling: AC Newman. Zoals A Hitman, Like A Dancer.

Vertaling: AC Newman. Er zijn misschien tien of twaalf.

Vertaling: Jimmy C Newman. Een Fallen Star.

baby Don't get excited Didn't I tell you, mama Everyone's invited There's a party at my house There's a party at my house There's a party at my house

never seen the moon Gliding 'cross the western sky A dead oak tree by the waterside Putrid vapors rising That sounds lovely, dear I'm sure we all agree But I prefer the sunshine A