Fountain - Creeping Weeds



     
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Fountain Lyrics


Stand under fountain
Cool skin, washed clean
Wash him from me
Along comes the wind
The big bone shaker
Blows off my clothes
Completely naked
What to do
When everything's left you?
Out of the blue
It is he
Vision to me
Bearing leaves
Petals green
Covers me and all my shame
Hand in hand
He's my big man
Stays with me

Some forty days
No words
Then goes away
I cry again
On my hill I wait for wind
And on my hill I wait for wind
And on my hill I wait for wind
And on my hill I wait for wind
And on my hill I wait for wind
And on my hill I wait for wind

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These days it pays not to think too much about the state of modern America. But, occasionally (and given the right blessed guitar hook), the picture shifts to a sunny suburban street – the kind that that Fred Savage used to ride his chopper down in The Wonder Years; the kind of place where bands such as Built to Spill and Sebadoh would create life-affirming sounds from inside a dusty garage. Romantic, yes...

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