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Blue Eyed Soul Wilco You've got a blue-eyed soul, And if you don't let it show, It'll leave you, you won't even know, Without your blue-eyed soul Can you keep it simple? Can you let the snare crack? Red-Eyed And Blue Wilco play When we came here today All I wanted to say was how much I miss you Alcohol and cotton balls And some drugs we can't afford on the way When we came here today We all felt something true Now I'm red-eyed Red-Eyed And Blue (LP Version) Wilco came here today All I wanted to say was how much I miss you Alcohol and cotton balls And some drugs we cant afford on the way When we came here today We all felt something true Now Im red-eyed Sky Blue Sky Wilco Oh, the band marched on in formation The brass was phasing tunes I couldn't place Windows open and raining in Maroon, yellow, blue, gold and gray The drunks were ricocheting The old buildings downtown Don't You Honey Me Wilco time I'll set you free Don't be too nice too nice to me I've been stung and I've grown mean Honestly I know what you want And I can't satisfy you Honestly it hurts me too And I don't want to make you blue Blue Eyed Soul 에몬 도무지 멈출 것 같지 않던 이 비가 어둠 속 잠든 너의 푸른 눈에 똑똑 떨어지는 긴 이 밤에 여전히 살아 숨 쉬는 불행 너를 향한 내 머리 위로 펑펑 쏟아져 너를 볼 수 없게 해 모두 꿈이라 하면 더 이상 우린 기댈 곳이 없어진 무너지는 저 별과 같아 언젠가 다시 마주칠 순 없다 해도 기억할게 흔들리던 너의 Blue Eyed Soul 이제는 지쳐버렸다 말하는 Theologians Wilco Theologians They don't know nothing About my soul About my soul I'm an ocean An abyss in motion Slow motion Slow motion Inlitterati lumen fidei God is with us everyday That illiterate I am trying to break your heart Wilco Let's forget about the tongue-tied lightning Let's undress just like cross-eyed strangers This is not a joke, so please stop smiling What was I thinking when I said it didn't hurt? At My Window Sad and Lonely (Jeff Tweedy Solo Version) Wilco At my window, sad and lonely Oft times do I think of thee Sad and lonely and I wonder Do you ever think of me Every day is sad and lonely And every night is sad and blue Do you ever think of me my darling Should've Been in Love Wilco with all of these feelings Like they got you believing they have no meaning, But they do Your life's been stinking, your heart's been sinking, And you're too busy thinking to stop You blink and you're blue Cars Can't Escape Wilco When red is bled And petals blue And in my sleepless head Our love's been dead a week or two Sometimes, good times Are stuck inside of you And then they're gone But I don't know why A lot of things have The Lonely 1 Wilco Cymbals crashed, the lights went blue. You stood alone in the halo's haze. Shiny guitar hung on gold lam The Late Greats Wilco Your mind's a machine It's deadly and dull It's never been still and its will Has never been free Lightly tapping A high-pitched drum As your spine starts to shine You shiver at your soul A fist Less Than You Think Wilco Your mind's a machine It's deadly and dull It's never been still and its will Has never been free Lightly tapping A high-pitched drum As your spine starts to shine You shiver at your soul Kingpin Wilco N.Y.C., pediate blue. Dimeatap, and spinal tap, a-city maps, and hand claps. Statue of liberty play, it only works once, don't throw it away. I'm the man who loves you Wilco All I can see is black and white and white and pink with blades of blue that lay between the words I think on a page I was meaning to send her You I couldn't tell if it bring my heart the way I wanted Bob Dylan's 49th Beard Wilco goodbye I refuse to cry On roads that are paved With men who behave Like they know where they're goin' And I'll stop along the way And it's then I'll think of you And I'll wonder if you knew When I got blue Leave Me (Like You Found Me) Wilco might be lonely too That's what I wished for Somebody just like you To tell me what to do, honestly And leave me like you found me Can you believe it I'm somebody just like you Content with being blue Side With the Seeds Wilco Tires type black Where the blacktop cracks Weeds spark through Dark green enough to be blue When the mysteries we believe in Aren't dreamed enough to be true Some side with the leaves Some side with the The Lonely 1 (White Hen Version) Wilco right past Arms reached out For your autograph And as you flashed Your backstage pass I caught your eye With a camera's flash When the band came out They stood behind you Cymbals crashed The lights went blue You Are My Face Wilco mother’s Sister’s husband’s brother Working in the goldmine full-time Filling in for sunshine Filing into tight lines Of ordinary beehives The door screams I hate you Hate you hanging around my blue Sunken Treasure (Live) Wilco There's rows and rows of house, with windows painted blue With the light from the tv running parallel to you But there is no sunken treasure, rumored to be Wrapped inside my ribs in a sea black with ink No More Poetry Wilco The heavens move so slow But I'm quick and good And you don't have to be poor To hang with me Cause there'll be no more Poetry There's a God shaped hole Bleeding love up above And in my heart full of soul Ashes of American Flags Wilco The cash machine is blue and green For a bundle of twenties and a small service fee I could spend three dollars and sixty-three cents On Diet Coca-Cola and unlit cigarettes I wonder why we listen to Country Disappeared Wilco the sun I won't take no, I won't let you go All by yourself, oh no, you need my help When the cold night shakes you like a chandelier The snowflakes break through the atmosphere And melt on the blue I Might Wilco The sunk soul with the coal clean toe, is the mutha! Yea. Roger Wilco Shawn Colvin to you it's not for me to say While I may have mislead you sir I did not do it with intent But now I 've seen your tactics and your fire in the hole The entire operation is a mis-appropriation of my soul Standing O Wilco How can you tell You're under a spell You're compromised You're miles away Slow How can you know When you're aiming low There's nothing in your heart Don't feel it in your soul No standing O O I'll Fight Wilco And stand each Sunday A hymnal steady in your hand And you'll sing to yourself The rising falling melody That you could never read Without the choirs' lead Still alone and lost in deep And your soul Blue-Eyed Matador Voltaire There is a bull up ahead And I laugh, 'Ha ha ha' I get it, I'm dead And this whole charade's A fight for my soul Red-eyed fiend Lunges I turn while Skeletal picadores Stab away at the beast I lay, I lay