Bruce Springsteen lyrics
Bruce Springsteen lyrics
"Silver Palomino lyrics"
Hello Cruel World lyrics
Hello cruel world So this is you A broken heart But with a view I'm looking out to face another day The angry mob The happy mass This birthday cake may be the last
Hello cruel world So this is you A broken heart But with a view I'm looking out to face another day The angry mob The happy mass This birthday cake may be the last
(A mother dies leaving her young son
to come to terms with the loss.
In remembrance of Fiona Chappel,
for her sons Tyler and Oliver.)
I was barely 13 years old
She came out of the Guadalupe's on a night so cold
Her coat was frosted diamonds in the sallow moon's glow
My silver palomino
Sixteen hands from her withers to the ground
I lie in bed and listen to
Lady Luck lyrics
Two hands reach for twelve at midnight Clouds of smoke fill up the room All the boys snap to attention When lady luck Walks into the room She's got diamonds on her finger
the soundTwo hands reach for twelve at midnight Clouds of smoke fill up the room All the boys snap to attention When lady luck Walks into the room She's got diamonds on her finger
Of the west Texas thunder roll
My silver palomino
I track her into the mountains she loved
Watch her from the rocks above
She'd dip her neck and drink from the winter flows
My silver palomino
Our mustaneros were the very best, sir
But they could never lay a rope on her
No corral will ever hold
The silver palomino
In my dreams bareback I ride
you can reach but you can't grab it you can't hold it control it you can't bag it you can push but you can't direct it circulate regulate oh no you cannot connect it you know y
As the wind sweeps out the draw
'Cross the scrub desert floor
I'd give my riata and spurs
If I could be forever yours
I'd ride into the serrania where no one goes
For my silver palomino
Summer drought come hard that year
Our herd grazed the land so bare
Me and my dad had to blowtorch the thorns off the prickly pear
And mother,
Out Of This World lyrics
when we die we go into the arms of those who remember us we are home now out of our heads out of our minds out of this world out of this time are you drowni
our hand slipped from my hairwhen we die we go into the arms of those who remember us we are home now out of our heads out of our minds out of this world out of this time are you drowni
Tonight I wake early the sky is pearl, the stars aglow
I saddle up my red roan
I ride deep into the mountains along a ridge of pale stone
Where the air is still with the coming snow
As I rise higher I can smell your hair
The scent of your skin, mother, fills the air
'Midst the harsh scrub pine that grows
I watch the silver palomino