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Bill Callahan
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Spring
The wind is pushing the clouds along / Out of sight A power is putting them away / A power that moves things neurotically Like a widow with a rosary
Everything is awing and tired of praise / Mountains don't need my accolades Spring looks bad lately anyway / Like death warmed over
And the bantam is preening madly / Waiting for the light of day And all I want to do is to make love To y o u
With a careless mind With a careless careless Who care's what's mine?
We call it Spring though things are dying Connected to the land like a severed hand Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I see our house on a hill on a clear blue morning When I am out walking my eyes are still forming The door I walk through and I see The true Spring is in you The true Spring is in you
My wide worlds collide / And mind-wide words collide And seasons kaleidoscoping
And all I want to do...
All I want to do is to make love to you In the fertile dirt In the fertile dirt With a careless mind
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