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Stables And Chairs - Portugal. The Man
I met a face
Ring rounded pocket eyes

That shaped folded banks inside

As he shivered out thoughts

They went
Golden and pale
Wind whispers
Breathe new orleans
Through basements and race tracks met hollowed
Out from stretching mouths

All these thoughts
Rolled onto mayor's cell
Spilled from heads
Tumble like apples
Fell into the sky
That's where they hide
Where rubies turned diamonds
Like textures
Like sunshine
And stand

Behind hands arms lift into it's own

Behind hands arms lift into it's

Own
It's own

And this stadium sheds out the crowd
Into the streets
Ahh

And all of their throats pours
Tongues licking down
What will we become

Rhythms fed gently in vacuums perspired
Will stay where it's warm
Where it's safe from the down beating drums

They went
Golden and pale
Wind whispers
Breathe new orleans

Behind hands arms lift into it's own

Behind hands arms lift into it's

Own
It's own

As habit's pull the sleep out
Covered in the sheets that harbor rest and sunshine

As habit's pull the sleep out
Covered in the sheets that harbor rest and sunshine
And this stadium sheds out the crowd into the streets

Ahh

And out of their throats pours
Tongues licking down
What will we become

Into it's own
No

Into it's own

Into it's own
No