by Jeff Tweedy on album Roadcase 035

Summer noon I can always stay To radiate what the cello can’t play She spoke to me and provoked my band And I broke in two in the heat of her hand Like a lioness or a coyote At a pink beating

by Tweedy on album Summer Noon

by Tweedy on album Sukierae

Summer noon I can always stay To radiate what the cello can't play She spoke to me and provoked my band And I broke in two in the heat of her hand Like a lioness or a coyote At a pink beating heart i

by Tweedy on album Sukierae

by Tweedy on album Boyhood

by Tweedy on album Sukierae

by Tweedy on album Boyhood (Music from the Motion Picture)

by Tweedy on album Sukierae

by Tweedy on album VISIONS: All Areas, Volume 166

by Tweedy on album Rolling Stone Weekender

by Tweedy on album Sukierae

by Tweedy on album Sukierae

by Tweedy on album Boyhood (Music from the Motion Picture)

by Tweedy on album Sukierae

I can feel the mystery But I can't play it Grey as the children are grey My thoughts are grim, polluted as I am Walking out one summer noon So soon How will the weather bring Sing like the children h

by Omega on album Gammapolisz - Gammapolis

Her golden hair flowing in the wind, Green eyes lit by sparking lights, She drives you mad, but doesn't give you love, The lady of the summer night. Her face is more than just the passing dream, She

by Duncan Sheik on album Miscellaneous

All the shadows blue, in the winter moon The stars within the darkness They remember you and they sorrow too With all the winds that blow Every book you'd read, in the evening breeze As stars shone i

by Sheik Duncan on album Phantom Moon

Sheik Duncan Phantom Moon The Winds That Blow All the shadows blue, in the winter moon The stars within the darkness They remember you, and they sorrow too With all the winds that blow Every book

by Yellow Second on album June One

at the big blue summer noon from this tiny space window parts the open heart with quickened pace how can this be? nothing can assure a section this small of the I endures half ell belle with plastic

by Dylan Thomas on album Reading His Complete Recorded Poetry

It was my thirtieth year to heaven Woke to my hearing from harbour and neighbour wood And the mussel pooled and the heron Priested shore The morning beckon With water praying and call of seagull and r

by Sam Winston on album The Fire & the Icicle

Time is a wooden spoon, It's blackberry jam on summer noon, My mind it fires up in style. But time is a crooked thing, Wound round a wicked spring, Nostalgia's holy power every hour maturing, It's be