• 標題:My Organ Sounds Like...
  • 歌手:Jaguar Love
  • 專輯:Take Me to the Sea
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    [00:-04.00]Jaguar Love - My Organ Sounds Like...
    [00:-01.00]
    His organ sounds like clouds brushing against the moon on an ice crusted midnight,
    But everything it hurts every thing it hurts everything it hurts everything it hurts,
    His synthesizer sails galactic landscapes, from New York to ancient Rome in an hour
    But everything it hurts every thing it hurts everything it hurts everything it hurts,
    His voice softens the squall of deaths imminence of when he sings oh it rains tropical colors
    But everything it hurts every thing it hurts everything it hurts everything it hurts
    But when I hear that music all the world is holy and it’s good
    hey hey he--y, and no one sings the sanitary blues
    His harps hover like moths in the atmosphere I feel like rushing through tall grasslands.
    But everything it hurts every thing it hurts everything it hurts everything it hurts
    His boom box blares classics never written, the songs singers never had time to make up,
    But everything it hurts every thing it hurts everything it hurts everything it hurts
    But when I hear that music all the animals in my heart roar
    hey hey he-y, and no one sings the sanitary blues.

    Nobody noticed that the waitress was on fire.
    She screamed and threw herself on the ground.
    The customers just kept to themselves,
    reading the morning paper with coffee,
    everyone one one one wa-one one one everyone.
    The portraits on the walls started to sweat and moan
    everyone one one one wa-one one one everyone.
    I was trying to enjoy a cappuccino over the agonizing howl
    so I hid inside a newspaper headline.
    It said “Mission Accomplished” the man in the flight suit twitched and went
    home with a brunette in the crowd.
    His Space Echo seethes undiscovered colors lets repaint this architecture.
    But everything it hurts every thing it hurts everything it hurts everything it hurts
    His violins sound like crickets shrieking at the sun on a summer afternoon.
    But everything it hurts every thing it hurts everything it hurts everything it hurts