see? Seeds of beauty ye bear within you Of unborn children glad and free Within your fingers the fates are spinning The sacred binding of the yellow
it hurt, As much as it did before? (You could tie a string Around the place where it used to show.) I can hear the ocean when I say your name.. In the yellow
, flute, mandolin, bass and vocal. Susie W-T.: Flute solo. Janet Williamson: Organ. Strings in the earth and the air make music sweet strings by the
, my, my, my key lime pie Not too tart, not too sweet My baby loves to watch me eat Her key lime pie Her key lime pie Tall green tree, yellow bird Bikini
I'm acting different Just because I got this chain Haters get your hating on When they see them yellow stones Holla at cha later on my chain Hang to my shoe, string
tonight?! Meredith: That's pretty heavy . . . Motorhead: My strings are flat, my pickups are shot, do Herbie wouldn't give us an advance so I can buy some new strings
trampolines and jingling bells. I'd love to say there's not a thing I detest. I'd love to tie a piece of string to the best of what I know and keep it
in a memory of gray Wander in my words, dream about the pictures That I play of changes Green leaves of summer turn red in the fall To brown and to yellow
sidewalk like string and brown paper Winter blows Up from the river there's no one to take her To the sea Marcie dresses warm its snowing Takes a yellow
very well Michael brings you to a park He sings and its dark when the clouds come by Yellow slickers up on swings Like puppets on strings hanging in
Lyrics transcribed by john finch You were born With it inside A secret twin in your wounded side Bits of hair Teeth and string And yellow flowers Open
A9-e-f# B-a-e-c#m-b-a-b (ending:b-a-e) You were born With it inside A secret twin in your wounded side Bits of hair Teeth and string And yellow flowers
I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves You said no strings could secure you at the
something that I'll learn as I get older People walkin' by staring at the ground Most of them walk on by some throw their paper down Mama's tambourine yellow
disease, uncommon thieves Thievery of a most devious kind Of body and soul Act as a marionette Yellow puppetmaster's strings strangehold Horrific tales
call rappers to look at the feces 800 pounds, my pet tiger feed You whack niggaz a bowl of doo-doo Anything you play my pee will stain Yellow spots from
contentments! I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines! Waiting this place where the shadows run from themselves! You said: "No strings