The Clash beating up on Jimmy Webb.
Welcome to The Years' page.
We're a 5 piece rock'n'roll band ripping it up in London, England.
Lyrics
Hanging from the walls and mouths
Shiny words, form a stumble to the ground
Like heavy rain they come a-falling down
Hanging from the walls and mouths
The shiny words
Heavy, orthodox, and sound
Aching for the Wednesday plains
The blurring hours, build a stack up to the sky
I'm working drug trials to pass my time
But it doesn't matter
You think it's something but it's nothing
And nothing matters
Calling my life a void
Thin as a Polaroid
I'm a distance runner
The blood shed in my Indian summer
Is all around me, get it on my sneakers
We're beating on the seals, beating on the fish
Beating on the birds, we're drowning
Facing up a thousand sets
Compass north, dash my TV to the floor
Push my fridge up behind the door
Three boys in a photograph, against a wall
Their hair is big and sideways, and their collar bones are broken
A rocket ship is burning, brighter than the stars
It's a brilliant death, and i wonder if i can have one too
Like a bird, in a jacknife, from a hi-rise
Calling my life a void
Thin as a Polaroid
I'm a distance runner
The blood shed in my Indian summer
Is all around me, get it on my sneakers
We're beating on the seals, beating on the fish
Beating on the birds we're drowning
Oh I'm a distance runner
The blood shed in my Indian summer
Is all around me, get it on my sneakers
Is all around me, get it on my sneakers
Is all around me, get it on my sneakers
