Cyclades
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โฑ๏ธ 4:45 duration
๐ ID: 12365938
๐ Lyrics
My dad rode a 750
When he lived alone in Siskiyou County
He memorize the curves
Of the forest route of Shasta to his home
Once he flew around a bend
And elk were scattered across the road
No time to brake
So he closed his eyes and prayed
There's too many stories to remember
Too many stories to tell
Too many stories
Years later in Greece
With my mom shining blue and gold
Playing, "Honey, Take the Wheel"
On a windy Cycladean road
With a heavy rain falling
Their car lost all control
And slid over the line
Towards a trailer truck head on
There's too many stories to remember
Too many stories to tell
Too many stories
The way I remember them telling me
They slid right through the truck
Not around or under
But in one side and out the other
It broke the laws of physics
And my childhood memory
But they said, "You made that all up"
When I retold their story recently
There's too many stories to remember
Too many stories to tell
Too many stories
There's too many stories to remember
Too many stories to tell
Too many stories
When he lived alone in Siskiyou County
He memorize the curves
Of the forest route of Shasta to his home
Once he flew around a bend
And elk were scattered across the road
No time to brake
So he closed his eyes and prayed
There's too many stories to remember
Too many stories to tell
Too many stories
Years later in Greece
With my mom shining blue and gold
Playing, "Honey, Take the Wheel"
On a windy Cycladean road
With a heavy rain falling
Their car lost all control
And slid over the line
Towards a trailer truck head on
There's too many stories to remember
Too many stories to tell
Too many stories
The way I remember them telling me
They slid right through the truck
Not around or under
But in one side and out the other
It broke the laws of physics
And my childhood memory
But they said, "You made that all up"
When I retold their story recently
There's too many stories to remember
Too many stories to tell
Too many stories
There's too many stories to remember
Too many stories to tell
Too many stories
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:07.35] My dad rode a 750
[00:11.30] When he lived alone in Siskiyou County
[00:18.03] He memorize the curves
[00:22.34] Of the forest route of Shasta to his home
[00:32.06] Once he flew around a bend
[00:36.89] And elk were scattered across the road
[00:43.58] No time to brake
[00:47.00] So he closed his eyes and prayed
[00:55.79] There's too many stories to remember
[01:01.96] Too many stories to tell
[01:07.74] Too many stories
[01:11.69]
[01:18.59] Years later in Greece
[01:22.29] With my mom shining blue and gold
[01:29.23] Playing, "Honey, Take the Wheel"
[01:33.30] On a windy Cycladean road
[01:43.26] With a heavy rain falling
[01:47.49] Their car lost all control
[01:54.37] And slid over the line
[01:58.29] Towards a trailer truck head on
[02:06.94] There's too many stories to remember
[02:12.80] Too many stories to tell
[02:18.41] Too many stories
[02:23.12]
[02:29.49] The way I remember them telling me
[02:33.81] They slid right through the truck
[02:40.62] Not around or under
[02:44.60] But in one side and out the other
[02:54.43] It broke the laws of physics
[02:58.25] And my childhood memory
[03:04.90] But they said, "You made that all up"
[03:09.42] When I retold their story recently
[03:17.92] There's too many stories to remember
[03:23.85] Too many stories to tell
[03:29.52] Too many stories
[03:33.07]
[04:07.66] There's too many stories to remember
[04:13.40] Too many stories to tell
[04:19.29] Too many stories
[04:25.15]
[00:11.30] When he lived alone in Siskiyou County
[00:18.03] He memorize the curves
[00:22.34] Of the forest route of Shasta to his home
[00:32.06] Once he flew around a bend
[00:36.89] And elk were scattered across the road
[00:43.58] No time to brake
[00:47.00] So he closed his eyes and prayed
[00:55.79] There's too many stories to remember
[01:01.96] Too many stories to tell
[01:07.74] Too many stories
[01:11.69]
[01:18.59] Years later in Greece
[01:22.29] With my mom shining blue and gold
[01:29.23] Playing, "Honey, Take the Wheel"
[01:33.30] On a windy Cycladean road
[01:43.26] With a heavy rain falling
[01:47.49] Their car lost all control
[01:54.37] And slid over the line
[01:58.29] Towards a trailer truck head on
[02:06.94] There's too many stories to remember
[02:12.80] Too many stories to tell
[02:18.41] Too many stories
[02:23.12]
[02:29.49] The way I remember them telling me
[02:33.81] They slid right through the truck
[02:40.62] Not around or under
[02:44.60] But in one side and out the other
[02:54.43] It broke the laws of physics
[02:58.25] And my childhood memory
[03:04.90] But they said, "You made that all up"
[03:09.42] When I retold their story recently
[03:17.92] There's too many stories to remember
[03:23.85] Too many stories to tell
[03:29.52] Too many stories
[03:33.07]
[04:07.66] There's too many stories to remember
[04:13.40] Too many stories to tell
[04:19.29] Too many stories
[04:25.15]