Jim White Ghost-Town of my Brain Letras:
I like to go out walking in the ghost-town of my
brain. Kick the rusted scrap-iron of my memories
and dreams. Yeah, here's a busted compass...look,
the needle's standing still. Much as some folks
hate to lose their way, me, I pray to God that I
will. I got a confession; I never ever had no
appetite for pain. So it's a mystery to me why I
like walking in the ghost-town...ghost-town of my
brain. I'm on a coal train headed south, guess
we're bound for Birmingham. Thick as thieves with
a black girl twice as messed-up as I am. The smile
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upon her face betrays the sorrow in her heart.
Like the testimony of a fun house mirror that some
fool broke apart. Girl listen here; you're just a
leaf caught in God's secret hurricane. And on this
cold and dark wild midnight you are dancing in the
ghost-town...ghost-town of my brain. Feel them
magnets in the shadows? Hear the voice of tranger
virtue? Take no comforts with them specters 'cause
you know that they can hurt you. Sweet mother load
of secrets, feed my wild and endless hunger. Seek
the misty trail beyond the veil where the world
gets torn asunder. Gimme needles in the haystacks,
Lord and riddles in the rain... 'cause I like to
go out walking in the ghost-town...ghost-town of
my brain.
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