Cover di Interiors

Interiors
Album - 24 june 1997 - Debaser id 49029

By Brad

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Lift (04:39)
Brad • Interiors
Hey kids, get your gear
This is your vacation
Climb aboard this yellow bus
To your destination
Hey lift man, lift me up!
It's an occupation
And I wanna have a good time
At Alpintol, the skiings all at night
With alcohol, your dreams are all in white
Like Idaho
The wintertime you felt was yours to live
You felt was yours to live
The one good time you felt was yours to to live
Silver streaks mark our tracks
A million miles on empty
Brown baggin from our packs
Can I get some gin please
Double Diamond is way too rough
It's an outside regulation
'Cause I wanna have a good time
At Alpintol, the skiings all at night
With alcohol, your dreams are all in white
Like Idaho
The wintertime you felt was yours to live
You felt was yours to live
The one good time you felt was yours
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Upon My Shoulders (04:37)
Brad • Interiors
Lay your head upon my shoulder

Somehow I feel obliged

And I've never offered

This kind of art

And love is appearance of justice and

Harmony will come

It will be much brighter

Will I see you in the fall

Love is appearance of Justice and

Harmony will come

Love is appearance of Justice and

Harmony will come

I will adore your eyes...
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Those Three Words (05:38)
Brad • Interiors
I could have written a story

Out of those three words

But as it stands

My organ's pumping notes

To the skill of your smile

All the while I ask for flowers

To be placed by your cheek

So the mornin' is sweet

The pleasure is close

Tick tick tick tick my dear

Can't you see?

I could have written a story

Out of I love you

I could have given

I could have given something new

But as it stands

My organ's humpin somethin' old

And all the while I ask for flowers to be

Placed by your cheek

So the mornin is sweet...

Somehow

From beginning to end

Is right here

Holding your hand

And shining your shoes

And pouring the wine

And lately, seems like everything

I'm a slave, I'm a master

And sometimes my heart, and sometimes my soul

And sometimes my fingers walk round my eyes

And precious thoughts, and diamond dreams

Somehow, from beginning to end

Is right here holding your hand

(Wednesday will come)
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