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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox
Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stone Gossard
Stone Gossard
Composer
Eddie Vedder
Eddie Vedder
Songwriter

Lyrics

Sheets of empty canvas Under sheets of clay Were laid spread out before me As her body once did Her all five horizons Revolved around the side As the Earth to the Sun Now the air I tasted and breathed Has taken a turn Ooh, and all I taught her was everything Ooh, I know she gave me all that she was And now my bitter hands Chafe beneath the clouds Of what was everything Oh, the pictures have All been washed in black Tattooed everything I take a walk outside I'm surrounded by some kids at play Oh, I can feel their laughter So why do I sear? Ooh, and twisted thoughts that spin 'round my head I'm spinning Oh I'm spinning How quick the Sun can drop away And now my bitter hands Cradle broken glass Of what was everything All the pictures have All been washed in black Tattooed everything All the love gone bad Turned my world to black Tattooed all I see All that I am All that I'll be All I'll be I know someday you'll have a beautiful life I know you'll be a star In somebody else's sky Why? Why? why can't it be? Can't it be mine? Mine
Writer(s): Eddie Jerome Vedder, Stone C. Gossard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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