Van Gogh's Crows
Do you cry out in your weakness, or carry it like Jesus?Or just wonder where the peace is?The heart's beautiful; the brain's where the beast livesAll these names on a train, and I'm trying to put my piece inI paid for days, till my pain is raisedThis spirit in my lyrics' phraseAnd when it plays let the fire blazeAnd remember to the higher plane I cameDark dark days, come and go to fill my heartLight fades, come and go to fill that ArkI pain, just to go and spill this toothNow when truth was reality and lost in its challengeYou see, what was out the windowAnd you was pretending, and I had an infoAnd we was just listening, all with my kin-folkHear me here-ly, here where the cliff's lowVan Gogh's crows, over wheat-fields of goldForget everything you knowRead a secret, hid it right under-noseGo ahead and seek everything you wantEverything you want, you already gotThis is just a secret I'm mixing in the potEverything you want, you already gotThis be the secret mixed in the pot
Everything you want, wantYou already got, gotEverything you want, wantYou already got, gotEverything you want, wantYou already got, gotEverything you want, wantYou already got, got
The more digging this graveThe more I'm digging my lifeThe more I'm digging this painThe more I'm digging the micThe more I'm looking for lifeThe more I'm looking for lightThe more I'm mixing betweenThe more I carve with this mic
The more digging this graveThe more I'm digging my lifeThe more I'm digging this painThe more I'm digging the micThe more I'm looking for lifeThe more I'm looking for lightThe more I'm mixing betweenThe more I carve with this mic
The more digging this graveThe more I'm digging my lifeThe more I'm digging this painThe more I'm digging the micThe more I'm looking for lifeThe more I'm looking for lightThe more I'm mixing betweenThe more I carve with this mic