Lirik Lagu The Old Gold Shoe - Lambchop
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
The gold stereoStretches out the soundTurns the plates until they're roundedThe whole that you knowGets closer to the groundCloser to that thing you found
For all our massive brainsTo call on choked remainsIt's painfulIt's certainThat something's bound to break(inside)
This house is not aloneI'm kicking 'round here somewhereSo check behind the ancient speakerLike painful southern blissPured upon like caramelAnd garnished with some crushed pecans
To grow is not to grindTo mope is not to mindThe old capThe geezerThe 15 second teaser
Behold and you knowEveryone's a ringerHe's not even a very good singerThe dirt on the tracksHas hardened into clustersEarthen legs and honey mustard
A storm is closing inOur leaves start to spinIt's gettingMuch laterI wish I heard your radio(tonight)
The people in the rainAre staring through our backsWishing you had half a brainFor all our little painTender is the mangleThe science diet the ivory tangle
The world goes awayEach every stinking dayI'm gettingMuch betterThis night's little upsetter
The kids out in the streetTake their toys and break themLook at them, then walk awayThe guy on the crossIs holier than IBut then again he's made from plastic
For all our massive brainsTo call on choked remainsIt's painfulIt's certainThat something's bound to break(inside)
There's cattle tied witha a chainPinch the weeping WillieI know it's dumb, but sometimes I'm sillyI crawl out of the rain
Think of me as fetalThink of me as the fifth Beatle
For all our massive brainsTo call on choked remainsIt's painfulIt's certainThat something's bound to break(inside)
This house is not aloneI'm kicking 'round here somewhereSo check behind the ancient speakerLike painful southern blissPured upon like caramelAnd garnished with some crushed pecans
To grow is not to grindTo mope is not to mindThe old capThe geezerThe 15 second teaser
Behold and you knowEveryone's a ringerHe's not even a very good singerThe dirt on the tracksHas hardened into clustersEarthen legs and honey mustard
A storm is closing inOur leaves start to spinIt's gettingMuch laterI wish I heard your radio(tonight)
The people in the rainAre staring through our backsWishing you had half a brainFor all our little painTender is the mangleThe science diet the ivory tangle
The world goes awayEach every stinking dayI'm gettingMuch betterThis night's little upsetter
The kids out in the streetTake their toys and break themLook at them, then walk awayThe guy on the crossIs holier than IBut then again he's made from plastic
For all our massive brainsTo call on choked remainsIt's painfulIt's certainThat something's bound to break(inside)
There's cattle tied witha a chainPinch the weeping WillieI know it's dumb, but sometimes I'm sillyI crawl out of the rain
Think of me as fetalThink of me as the fifth Beatle
