Coming Up Roses - Owsley

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Coming Up Roses Lyrics

I'm a junkyard full of false starts
And I don't need yourr permission
To bury my love under this bare light bulb
The moon is a sickle cell it'll kill you in time
You cold white brother riding your blood
Like spun glass in sore eyes
While the moon does its division you're buried below
And you're coming up roses
Everywhere you go red roses follow
The things that you tell yourself
They'll kill you in time
You cold white brother alive in your blood
Spinning in the night sky
While the moon does its division you're buried below
And you're coming up roses
Everywhere you go red roses
So you got in a kind of trouble that nobody knows

And you're coming up roses
Everywhere you go red roses

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Owsley

"Let me learn the hard way"
- "The Hard Way" It seems like such a phony platitude that doing things the hard way is the most rewarding. Of course, anyone with a shred of sense, or anyone who has done something the hard way can tell you that the spoils are greater, and so is the sense of accomplishment. But it’d be nice if things came more easily. For singer-songwriter-rocker Owsley, it’s been a pretty easy ride. Music came to him naturally through a richly musical family. Now that’s typical for most talented folks—that the music comes easy—the hard part is getting folks to listen.

Read more about Owsley on Last.fm.

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