Letra de Walking Without Frankie - Okkervil River
Letra de canci�n de Walking Without Frankie de Okkervil River lyrics
Throttling, hurtling
Just going, going
And hurting knowing
That it's gone and it's going
And not knowing where
In the ground or in the air
Up the golden stair
Or whatever
It's going
I stopped by the Lake
Of the Strangled Crane
It was the color of copper
I saw the crane operator
I heard the operator's father
Say, "It looks like rain."
And I had the operation
Because he said he was a doctor
And I was in pain
"Freedom," or whatever
Whatever you call it
It's a stairway or a slow ride
It's "Rhiannon" or "Landslide"
I heard the bartender died
Of a broken heart
And a shattered pelvis
He was buried in Kansas
It was part of a promotion
They were trying to undermine
The confidence of the consumer
Confidence of the consumer
The confidence of the consumer
The confidence of the consumer
The confidence
I saw a beautiful drummer
In the web of a spider
Well I wished I could save him
I saw a little boy
In serious danger
Of getting older
And he was trapped sitting shotgun
In a Cutlass Cruiser
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Cruiser
When I'm on the street
And something's singing in my ear
I hear a little voice all thumpthumpthumpthumpthump through my chest
I feel the hummingbird-fast heart in there whirring like mad
Got a spirit feeling swimming around my head
And I haven't even had any cocaine yet
And I don't even want any though, I'll bet
It's like some kind of sentence
That passes between us
That someone else said
That someone else said
That someone else said
I last saw you, Frankie
Walking through that New Hampshire dew
And when you shot five thousand feet up into the grey sky
Well, what could I do?
Now I bet you're in space
Write me, or whatever
I feel so far away
Like I'm an old typewriter
Out on the showroom floor
Like I'm the Last Starfighter
And they forgot the war
And they burned my trailer
And they're on my tail end
And I'm out on tour
Hey, I want Frankie, I want Frankie
I want Frankie, I want Frankie
I want Frankie, I want Frankie
I want Frankie, I want Frankie
I want Frankie, I want Frankie
I want Frankie, I want Frankie
I want Frankie, I want Frankie
I want Frankie, I want Frankie
I want Frankie, I want Frankie
I want Frankie, I want Frankie
I want Frankie, I want Frankie
I want Frankie, I want Frankie
Oh man, all right
Just going, going
And hurting knowing
That it's gone and it's going
And not knowing where
In the ground or in the air
Up the golden stair
Or whatever
It's going
I stopped by the Lake
Of the Strangled Crane
It was the color of copper
I saw the crane operator
I heard the operator's father
Say, "It looks like rain."
And I had the operation
Because he said he was a doctor
And I was in pain
"Freedom," or whatever
Whatever you call it
It's a stairway or a slow ride
It's "Rhiannon" or "Landslide"
I heard the bartender died
Of a broken heart
And a shattered pelvis
He was buried in Kansas
It was part of a promotion
They were trying to undermine
The confidence of the consumer
Confidence of the consumer
The confidence of the consumer
The confidence of the consumer
The confidence
I saw a beautiful drummer
In the web of a spider
Well I wished I could save him
I saw a little boy
In serious danger
Of getting older
And he was trapped sitting shotgun
In a Cutlass Cruiser
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/walking-without-frankie-okkervil-river.php
Cruiser
When I'm on the street
And something's singing in my ear
I hear a little voice all thumpthumpthumpthumpthump through my chest
I feel the hummingbird-fast heart in there whirring like mad
Got a spirit feeling swimming around my head
And I haven't even had any cocaine yet
And I don't even want any though, I'll bet
It's like some kind of sentence
That passes between us
That someone else said
That someone else said
That someone else said
I last saw you, Frankie
Walking through that New Hampshire dew
And when you shot five thousand feet up into the grey sky
Well, what could I do?
Now I bet you're in space
Write me, or whatever
I feel so far away
Like I'm an old typewriter
Out on the showroom floor
Like I'm the Last Starfighter
And they forgot the war
And they burned my trailer
And they're on my tail end
And I'm out on tour
Hey, I want Frankie, I want Frankie
I want Frankie, I want Frankie
I want Frankie, I want Frankie
I want Frankie, I want Frankie
I want Frankie, I want Frankie
I want Frankie, I want Frankie
I want Frankie, I want Frankie
I want Frankie, I want Frankie
I want Frankie, I want Frankie
I want Frankie, I want Frankie
I want Frankie, I want Frankie
I want Frankie, I want Frankie
Oh man, all right