Song Lyrics, Music Lyrics, Search Lyrics, Lyrics Database, 1 million Song Lyrics

Archive

Archive for the ‘Blumenfeld Hugh’ Category

Main Street Sky

May 2nd, 2009

There’s a winter storm with my name on it And it’s cutting up the coast On the radar there’s a ghost Clear to the Carolinas It feels like years since December And it seems like more till spring I swear I’ll bear up under anything That this one can dump on me It’s a white [...]

Read More >>

Author: Categories: Blumenfeld Hugh Tags:

Talking Island

April 30th, 2009

Sweet October, everything comes down And the ghosts outside are rattling the storms And the drunkards think they’re sober and the lovers think they’re drowning And the songs of spring are bitter wings to them A touch of snow, a sudden end to evenings Dark falls on the daylight like a crow Sweet October and [...]

Read More >>

Author: Categories: Blumenfeld Hugh Tags:

Raphael

March 2nd, 2009

(for Kurt Cobain) I could never see your face To see if you were really crying Your hair hung like rain I would have sworn that you were lying. One long scream ran through every refrain You were riding four white horses, they were driving you insane But we were riding shotgun when you blew [...]

Read More >>

Author: Categories: Blumenfeld Hugh Tags:

The Visit

March 1st, 2009

She is the sugar of the islands She is the coffee in the hills She is the harvest of the vineyard She is the river where it spills Into the canyon She is the ocean where it swells She is the flashing on the water She is the roaring in the shells That says I [...]

Read More >>

Author: Categories: Blumenfeld Hugh Tags:

Sparrowhawk

February 10th, 2009

In the cool hour of the evening The garden gold and breathing My lover at my hand Two virgins in the land and angels on the wing descending as they sing,

Read More >>

Author: Categories: Blumenfeld Hugh Tags:

Blizzard

February 12th, 2008

I pick up my smile put it in my pocket Hold it for a while try not to have to drop it Men are not to cry so how am I to stop it Keep it all inside don’t show how much she rocked ya Ooh can you feel the same Ooh you gotta love [...]

Read More >>

Author: Categories: Blumenfeld Hugh Tags:

This Mountain

January 6th, 2007

Well I never go visit my mother Like my father and my brother do I can’t stand the constant traffic On Belmont Avenue And the pious old men in their coats and beards Who appear as if on cue For a small donation They’ll say the mourner’s prayer for you Some might say I’ve got [...]

Read More >>

Author: Categories: Blumenfeld Hugh Tags:

Sweet October

September 29th, 2006

The hawk and the sparrow flew up together Though the sparrow was small and the hawk on a tether Wingtip wingtip, feather to feather All in the fall with winter coming on All in the fall with winter coming on He was dark as a blanket of snow She was bright as the lightning’s shadow [...]

Read More >>

Author: Categories: Blumenfeld Hugh Tags:

Waiting for the Good Humor Man

December 21st, 2005

This is not an age of faith This is not an age of miracles We don’t believe anything they say We don’t believe anything at all But when December grabs you by the throat Better look for something burning deep inside your coat

Read More >>

Author: Categories: Blumenfeld Hugh Tags:

Mr Rain

September 30th, 2005

Where the hell did it go? They say he spent it all on wine and women But even so– I know a guy who wrote a song for Garth Brooks And now he’s got it made for life But Mozart never really made a lot of money, And that’s what I tell my wife. I’d [...]

Read More >>

Author: Categories: Blumenfeld Hugh Tags:

What if You Do Nothing

April 16th, 2005

I am waiting for the Good Humor Man to come driving his white truck down my street again and the neighborhood kids doing skids on their bicycles over and over again We were all out of school, just trying to be cool catch a ride to the Y and go pee in the pool waiting [...]

Read More >>

Author: Categories: Blumenfeld Hugh Tags:

Mozarts Money

August 21st, 2004

I was good at tending bar They called me Our Lady of O’Reilly’s I could talk to me in trouble and I know the difference between poison and truth But I crashed my car last March And the back was full of empty quarts of vodka So I walk to work at midnight, at the [...]

Read More >>

Author: Categories: Blumenfeld Hugh Tags: