Songs:Thirty (71708)
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Lyrics
Thirty Buddhas on a walnut Tiny lens inside the eye Tiny mind inside the tiny brain To see the overwhelming sky Thirty birds up on the phone line Cherry blossoms on the old brown Ford The hint of deja vu on every face In every crowd I walk toward Ashes ashes all fall down Hear those moments make their sound: Dry leaves on the ground Thirty odd years I've been drifting Is there somewhere we could meet? 'Cause I'm weak as a kitten I'm dirty as a mitten in a winter street Thirty days walk from my front door If I don't leave now, it's thirty-one And the old man puts his arm around my shoulders And says "Let me tell ya, son..." Ashes Ashes all fall down Hear those moments make there sound: Dry leaves on the ground The summer stars they like to whisper "We've been hoodwinked all along There is not a shred of meaning here" but Thirty Buddhas on a walnut sez your wrong
Listener comments about Thirty (71708)
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 | Acoustic guitar 10,110 items |
 | Vocal harmonies 2,507 items |
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