Port Of Morrow
๐ต 1173 characters
โฑ๏ธ 5:50 duration
๐ ID: 2009327
๐ Lyrics
Through the rain and all the clatter
Under the Fremont bridge I saw a pigeon fly
Fly in fear from the raptor come to take its life
And as it closed in for the capture
I funneled the fear through my ancient eyes
To see in flight, what I know are the bitter mechanics of life
Under my hat it reads "The lines are all imagined"
A fact of life I know, to hide it from my little girls
I know my place amongst the bugs and all the animals
And it's from these ordinary people
You were longing to be free
In my hotel and on the TV
A preacher on a stage like a buzzard cries
Out a warning of phony sorrow, he's trying to get a rise
The cyanide of an almond
Let him look at your hands, get the angles right
Ace of spades, Port Of Morrow, life is death is life
I saw a photograph of Cologne in '27
And then a postcard after the bombs in '45
Must've been a world of evil clowns that let it happen
But now I recognize, dear listeners
That you were there and so was I
Under my hat I know the lines are all imagined
A fact of life, I must impress on my little girls
I know my place amongst the creatures in the pageant
And there are flowers in the garbage
And a skull under your curls
Under the Fremont bridge I saw a pigeon fly
Fly in fear from the raptor come to take its life
And as it closed in for the capture
I funneled the fear through my ancient eyes
To see in flight, what I know are the bitter mechanics of life
Under my hat it reads "The lines are all imagined"
A fact of life I know, to hide it from my little girls
I know my place amongst the bugs and all the animals
And it's from these ordinary people
You were longing to be free
In my hotel and on the TV
A preacher on a stage like a buzzard cries
Out a warning of phony sorrow, he's trying to get a rise
The cyanide of an almond
Let him look at your hands, get the angles right
Ace of spades, Port Of Morrow, life is death is life
I saw a photograph of Cologne in '27
And then a postcard after the bombs in '45
Must've been a world of evil clowns that let it happen
But now I recognize, dear listeners
That you were there and so was I
Under my hat I know the lines are all imagined
A fact of life, I must impress on my little girls
I know my place amongst the creatures in the pageant
And there are flowers in the garbage
And a skull under your curls
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:39.45] Through the rain and all the clatter
[00:43.06] Under the Fremont bridge I saw a pigeon fly
[00:47.32] Fly in fear from the raptor come to take its life
[00:54.96] And as it closed in for the capture
[00:59.04] I funneled the fear through my ancient eyes
[01:02.92] To see in flight, what I know are the bitter mechanics of life
[01:11.65] Under my hat it reads "The lines are all imagined"
[01:19.21] A fact of life I know, to hide it from my little girls
[01:27.21] I know my place amongst the bugs and all the animals
[01:35.41] And it's from these ordinary people
[01:39.63] You were longing to be free
[01:46.74] In my hotel and on the TV
[01:51.10] A preacher on a stage like a buzzard cries
[01:55.08] Out a warning of phony sorrow, he's trying to get a rise
[02:02.37] The cyanide of an almond
[02:06.66] Let him look at your hands, get the angles right
[02:10.41] Ace of spades, Port Of Morrow, life is death is life
[02:19.13] I saw a photograph of Cologne in '27
[02:26.94] And then a postcard after the bombs in '45
[02:34.57] Must've been a world of evil clowns that let it happen
[02:43.39] But now I recognize, dear listeners
[02:47.09] That you were there and so was I
[02:52.90]
[03:28.31] Under my hat I know the lines are all imagined
[03:36.50] A fact of life, I must impress on my little girls
[03:44.07] I know my place amongst the creatures in the pageant
[03:52.75] And there are flowers in the garbage
[03:56.50] And a skull under your curls
[04:07.89]
[00:43.06] Under the Fremont bridge I saw a pigeon fly
[00:47.32] Fly in fear from the raptor come to take its life
[00:54.96] And as it closed in for the capture
[00:59.04] I funneled the fear through my ancient eyes
[01:02.92] To see in flight, what I know are the bitter mechanics of life
[01:11.65] Under my hat it reads "The lines are all imagined"
[01:19.21] A fact of life I know, to hide it from my little girls
[01:27.21] I know my place amongst the bugs and all the animals
[01:35.41] And it's from these ordinary people
[01:39.63] You were longing to be free
[01:46.74] In my hotel and on the TV
[01:51.10] A preacher on a stage like a buzzard cries
[01:55.08] Out a warning of phony sorrow, he's trying to get a rise
[02:02.37] The cyanide of an almond
[02:06.66] Let him look at your hands, get the angles right
[02:10.41] Ace of spades, Port Of Morrow, life is death is life
[02:19.13] I saw a photograph of Cologne in '27
[02:26.94] And then a postcard after the bombs in '45
[02:34.57] Must've been a world of evil clowns that let it happen
[02:43.39] But now I recognize, dear listeners
[02:47.09] That you were there and so was I
[02:52.90]
[03:28.31] Under my hat I know the lines are all imagined
[03:36.50] A fact of life, I must impress on my little girls
[03:44.07] I know my place amongst the creatures in the pageant
[03:52.75] And there are flowers in the garbage
[03:56.50] And a skull under your curls
[04:07.89]