A Song for Al's Dead Mother (Re-Edit) [feat. Open Mike Eagle]
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โฑ๏ธ 3:49 duration
๐ ID: 17842165
๐ Lyrics
Eleanor Peterson, how are you?
It's been an awful long time
Corpse in the graveyard, I'm battered and blue
Eleanor, what could I do?
What could I do? What could I do?
What could I do? What could I do?
What could I do? What could I do?
What could I do? What's left to do?
Stop the whisperin', tell him somethin'
No performances, no production
Normal services, interrupted
International phone instructions
It's rude to stare, sugar bad, she couldn't care
Look impaired, good and scared, them wooden chairs
Just put her there
It was written, claim bereavement by the ticket
That tribe was wicked, send the gifts, momentum shifted
Y'all know the drill, sentiments and dollar bills
And I almost lost my quill, felt the wind and I caught a chill
Crack your knuckles, pop the cap, toss back a couple
Fix your posture, what's next, go ask your father
No directions, empty chambers, loaded weapons
No discretion, brave the elements, no protection
He took the bottle to breakfast again
An angry young man I became
A few by his side and a few on the floor
What's to become of this life?
Dear Eleanor Peterson I'm not alright
I stay up most of the night
Drifting through anger and unwanted thoughts
Like an old man with nothing to do
I'm battered and broken with little to say
All of those days are the same
Mother, I miss you, I wish you were here
Mother, please kill off these ghosts
It's been an awful long time
Corpse in the graveyard, I'm battered and blue
Eleanor, what could I do?
What could I do? What could I do?
What could I do? What could I do?
What could I do? What could I do?
What could I do? What's left to do?
Stop the whisperin', tell him somethin'
No performances, no production
Normal services, interrupted
International phone instructions
It's rude to stare, sugar bad, she couldn't care
Look impaired, good and scared, them wooden chairs
Just put her there
It was written, claim bereavement by the ticket
That tribe was wicked, send the gifts, momentum shifted
Y'all know the drill, sentiments and dollar bills
And I almost lost my quill, felt the wind and I caught a chill
Crack your knuckles, pop the cap, toss back a couple
Fix your posture, what's next, go ask your father
No directions, empty chambers, loaded weapons
No discretion, brave the elements, no protection
He took the bottle to breakfast again
An angry young man I became
A few by his side and a few on the floor
What's to become of this life?
Dear Eleanor Peterson I'm not alright
I stay up most of the night
Drifting through anger and unwanted thoughts
Like an old man with nothing to do
I'm battered and broken with little to say
All of those days are the same
Mother, I miss you, I wish you were here
Mother, please kill off these ghosts
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:25.572] Eleanor Peterson, how are you?
[00:31.394] It's been an awful long time
[00:38.188] Corpse in the graveyard, I'm battered and blue
[00:44.016] Eleanor, what could I do?
[00:48.807] What could I do? What could I do?
[00:55.242] What could I do? What could I do?
[01:01.619] What could I do? What could I do?
[01:07.753] What could I do? What's left to do?
[01:15.805] Stop the whisperin', tell him somethin'
[01:17.623] No performances, no production
[01:19.133] Normal services, interrupted
[01:20.746] International phone instructions
[01:22.321] It's rude to stare, sugar bad, she couldn't care
[01:25.399] Look impaired, good and scared, them wooden chairs
[01:27.626] Just put her there
[01:29.044] It was written, claim bereavement by the ticket
[01:32.373] That tribe was wicked, send the gifts, momentum shifted
[01:35.405] Y'all know the drill, sentiments and dollar bills
[01:38.265] And I almost lost my quill, felt the wind and I caught a chill
[01:41.821] Crack your knuckles, pop the cap, toss back a couple
[01:44.934] Fix your posture, what's next, go ask your father
[01:48.232] No directions, empty chambers, loaded weapons
[01:51.346] No discretion, brave the elements, no protection
[01:53.963] He took the bottle to breakfast again
[01:59.590] An angry young man I became
[02:05.880] A few by his side and a few on the floor
[02:12.637] What's to become of this life?
[02:18.332] Dear Eleanor Peterson I'm not alright
[02:24.780] I stay up most of the night
[02:31.139] Drifting through anger and unwanted thoughts
[02:37.091] Like an old man with nothing to do
[02:43.959] I'm battered and broken with little to say
[02:50.587] All of those days are the same
[02:56.880] Mother, I miss you, I wish you were here
[03:03.305] Mother, please kill off these ghosts
[03:09.905]
[00:31.394] It's been an awful long time
[00:38.188] Corpse in the graveyard, I'm battered and blue
[00:44.016] Eleanor, what could I do?
[00:48.807] What could I do? What could I do?
[00:55.242] What could I do? What could I do?
[01:01.619] What could I do? What could I do?
[01:07.753] What could I do? What's left to do?
[01:15.805] Stop the whisperin', tell him somethin'
[01:17.623] No performances, no production
[01:19.133] Normal services, interrupted
[01:20.746] International phone instructions
[01:22.321] It's rude to stare, sugar bad, she couldn't care
[01:25.399] Look impaired, good and scared, them wooden chairs
[01:27.626] Just put her there
[01:29.044] It was written, claim bereavement by the ticket
[01:32.373] That tribe was wicked, send the gifts, momentum shifted
[01:35.405] Y'all know the drill, sentiments and dollar bills
[01:38.265] And I almost lost my quill, felt the wind and I caught a chill
[01:41.821] Crack your knuckles, pop the cap, toss back a couple
[01:44.934] Fix your posture, what's next, go ask your father
[01:48.232] No directions, empty chambers, loaded weapons
[01:51.346] No discretion, brave the elements, no protection
[01:53.963] He took the bottle to breakfast again
[01:59.590] An angry young man I became
[02:05.880] A few by his side and a few on the floor
[02:12.637] What's to become of this life?
[02:18.332] Dear Eleanor Peterson I'm not alright
[02:24.780] I stay up most of the night
[02:31.139] Drifting through anger and unwanted thoughts
[02:37.091] Like an old man with nothing to do
[02:43.959] I'm battered and broken with little to say
[02:50.587] All of those days are the same
[02:56.880] Mother, I miss you, I wish you were here
[03:03.305] Mother, please kill off these ghosts
[03:09.905]