Eastern Birds
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Lyrics
Blue ship, sail me Lost in the slipper of the night Full steam daily Puffing like a fisherman's pipe Walking up the main streets Smiling, seeing things Far away a season is zipping up Green lights changing Cold Appalachian towns Dead strings breaking A snowstorm is gonna come down Walking out of clubs lame Bound to the earth again A parliament of ravens too drunk to fly The Massachusetts Turnpike Puritan, stock and still Headed for the heart of the Sunday night!
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 03:01
- Key
- 7
- Tempo
- 118 BPM