Blitzen Trapper - Oregon Geography lyrics
[Blitzen Trapper - Oregon Geography lyrics]
I been late to a town on a roof with my girl
A stark kind of beauty this view of the world
To the south like a mouth
The hills black as match
Strange lights seen through sights
Flew like devilish kites to halves
Unknown, unfounded, unguessed, unnamed
To the west is the river
Black river's insane
Where the tall grass trees hide
You deep in the leaves
Where the holy ghost roams like
A swarming of bees lost souls and strangers
Beggars and grangers
And gamblers and strangers
Drunk slain and mangers
And caves and on cliffs and holes the ground
Some men make their mark yeah
Some make not a sound
Out east when the mountains
Like a fangs they be toutin'
Rockin' and fountain and darkness expounding
Like wise men of old
In the cold they be told
Think twice or behold
These both words sound like gold
Up north is the fields
Where the humble man kneels
In the dirt, the soil
The cold brings the boil yeah
I worked in them fields
Struggled under the sun
With a quota and a gun
'Til my work there was done
Then I slipped through the cracks
Ended up on the tracks
And I never looked back
Slippin' rhymes like a maps see it all clear
Through the haze of my mind
Huffin' glaze through the town
Take a hit, stay wound
Rest in the river down through the hills
Into the mountains
And down through the hills
Rest in the river down through the hills
Into the mountains and north to the wind
Rest in the river down through the hills
Into the mountains and north to the wind
Rest in the river down through the hills
Into the mountains
And north to the wind yeah
A stark kind of beauty this view of the world
To the south like a mouth
The hills black as match
Strange lights seen through sights
Flew like devilish kites to halves
Unknown, unfounded, unguessed, unnamed
To the west is the river
Black river's insane
Where the tall grass trees hide
You deep in the leaves
Where the holy ghost roams like
A swarming of bees lost souls and strangers
Beggars and grangers
And gamblers and strangers
Drunk slain and mangers
And caves and on cliffs and holes the ground
Some men make their mark yeah
Some make not a sound
Out east when the mountains
Like a fangs they be toutin'
Rockin' and fountain and darkness expounding
Like wise men of old
In the cold they be told
Think twice or behold
These both words sound like gold
Up north is the fields
Where the humble man kneels
In the dirt, the soil
The cold brings the boil yeah
I worked in them fields
Struggled under the sun
With a quota and a gun
'Til my work there was done
Then I slipped through the cracks
Ended up on the tracks
And I never looked back
Slippin' rhymes like a maps see it all clear
Through the haze of my mind
Huffin' glaze through the town
Take a hit, stay wound
Rest in the river down through the hills
Into the mountains
And down through the hills
Rest in the river down through the hills
Into the mountains and north to the wind
Rest in the river down through the hills
Into the mountains and north to the wind
Rest in the river down through the hills
Into the mountains
And north to the wind yeah