Powerful lyrics, a beat you can groove to, and a hearty helping of angst.
Hippy Dye Cowboy is an idea a band a dream some music some friends and a recording project It also stays crispy in milk and goes well with a nice dark honey por
Hippy Dye Cowboy is an idea, a band, a dream, some music, some friends, and a recording project. It also stays crispy in milk and goes well with a nice, dark honey porter.The band, as such, is comprised of several people who have collaborated on both musical and lyrical content. These efforts are then collected by Todd; the work is distilled and coaxed into a final product. While not a band in the traditional sense, it doesn't truly fall into the category of "solo act". None of the music would exist without the contributions of the whole.
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Lyrics
Here comes my train, whistle blows,
Her fist clenches harder, blood flows,
Picked up the pieces inside her head,
My head's getting harder, but I don't care.
Come on through the door my son,
Let's find another day to burn,
Now we know where we go,
Across the wastelands to find our low.
I find peace in the little things I do,
I find pain in the many things about you,
I find peace in the little things I do,
I find pain in the many things about you...
Time's got ways to make you bend,
Fold the edges inside my head,
Voice strained harder across the room,
Greasy fingers build desperate tombs.
(lead)
I find peace in the little things I do,
I find pain in the many things about you,
I find peace in the little things I do,
I find pain in the many things about you...
It's not that I mind, it's just that I find,
There's no more me when I'm feeding you,
I can't relax, I can't complain,
I find myself terrorized by truth...
It's not that I mind, it's just that I find,
There's no more me when I'm feeding you...
I find peace in the little things I do,
I find pain in the many things about you,
I find peace in the little things I do,
I find pain in the many things about you...
I find peace in the little things I do,
I find pain in the many things about you,
I find peace in the little things I do,
I find pain in the many things about you...
Here comes my train, whistle blows,
A voice screams softly, "It's time to go."
Copyright (c) 1999, Sterling M. Brown/Todd C. South
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