歌曲 | Risk of Change |
歌手 | Holcombe Waller |
专辑 | Into the Dark Unknown |
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I don't know much, but I know you* | |
You are the kind of magic always breaks my heart in two | |
The house all trashed, the wine uncorked | |
Maybe I should call you when I get back from New York | |
The barlife strays along your street | |
Poor girl's got a cough and that man's checking out my feet | |
They look for signs and they make plans | |
To forge for the better good of all those children in their hands hands hands hands | |
Home on the range, who knew life could be so strange | |
All boils down to a risk of change | |
Pick up the pieces of your life and rearrange | |
All boils down to a risk of change | |
Change | |
The midnight shoppers stretch for miles | |
Bundled up all coffee cups and cigarettes and smiles | |
I search the stars across your chart | |
Through the constellation of your hands, your head, your heart | |
This city's tiring out my feet | |
Penny rolls a joint, and all the men who pass smell sweet | |
Oh penny I can't win this race | |
Boy you are like Jeff and you must walk to that dark place place place place | |
Home on the range, who knew life could be so strange | |
All boils down to a risk of change | |
Pick up the pieces of your life and rearrange | |
All boils down to a risk of change | |
Your pretty eyes cut like the devil through my brain | |
They're so smooth, so sharp, so strange | |
Pick up the pieces of your life and rearrange | |
All boils down to a risk of change | |
Change | |
I think I'll sleep alone tonight | |
Cuz babe we both know I could never love you right | |
The house all trashed, the wine uncorked | |
Maybe I should call you when I get back from New York | |
You've got your barbs, you've got your stones | |
Pool them in your pockets with the ox meat and the bones | |
I've got my bags, I'm on my way | |
Cruising like a bandit 'neath the dark Northwestern day | |
I don't know much, but I know you | |
You are the kind of magic always breaks my heart in two | |
I've got my wings, I'm on my way | |
Cruising and communing with the vine to meet the Saints | |
The river sleeps alone tonight | |
Tucked around those cities that will never treat her right | |
I've got my wings, I'm on my way | |
To cruise and commune with the vine and the spirits and the Saints | |
Saints, Yajé, Yajé, yes | |
Home on the range, who knew life could be so strange | |
All boils down to a risk of change | |
Pick up the pieces of your life and rearrange | |
All boils down to a risk of change | |
Your pretty eyes cut like the jewels on your pretty frame | |
And you're pretty hot, and you're pretty cool and you're pretty strange | |
Pick up the pieces of my life and rearrange it | |
All boils down, it all boils down | |
To a risk of changelife could be so strange | |
All boils down to a risk of change | |
Pick up the pieces of your life and rearrange | |
All boils down to a risk of change | |
Your pretty eyes cut like the jewels on your pretty frame | |
And you're pretty hot, and you're pretty cool and you're pretty strange | |
Pick up the pieces of my life and rearrange it | |
All boils down, it all boils down | |
To a risk of change | |
credits | |
from Into the Dark Unknown, released 15 February 2011 | |
"Risk of Change" is written and arranged by Holcombe Waller | |
Performed by Holcombe and the Healers: Ben Landsverk, Kelly Meyer, Steve Kennon, Galen Cohen. | |
Voice and guitar recorded by Holcombe on the road, with strings and horns recorded at Jackpot Studios, engineer Kendra Lynn. |
I don' t know much, but I know you | |
You are the kind of magic always breaks my heart in two | |
The house all trashed, the wine uncorked | |
Maybe I should call you when I get back from New York | |
The barlife strays along your street | |
Poor girl' s got a cough and that man' s checking out my feet | |
They look for signs and they make plans | |
To forge for the better good of all those children in their hands hands hands hands | |
Home on the range, who knew life could be so strange | |
All boils down to a risk of change | |
Pick up the pieces of your life and rearrange | |
All boils down to a risk of change | |
Change | |
The midnight shoppers stretch for miles | |
Bundled up all coffee cups and cigarettes and smiles | |
I search the stars across your chart | |
Through the constellation of your hands, your head, your heart | |
This city' s tiring out my feet | |
Penny rolls a joint, and all the men who pass smell sweet | |
Oh penny I can' t win this race | |
Boy you are like Jeff and you must walk to that dark place place place place | |
Home on the range, who knew life could be so strange | |
All boils down to a risk of change | |
Pick up the pieces of your life and rearrange | |
All boils down to a risk of change | |
Your pretty eyes cut like the devil through my brain | |
They' re so smooth, so sharp, so strange | |
Pick up the pieces of your life and rearrange | |
All boils down to a risk of change | |
Change | |
I think I' ll sleep alone tonight | |
Cuz babe we both know I could never love you right | |
The house all trashed, the wine uncorked | |
Maybe I should call you when I get back from New York | |
You' ve got your barbs, you' ve got your stones | |
Pool them in your pockets with the ox meat and the bones | |
I' ve got my bags, I' m on my way | |
Cruising like a bandit ' neath the dark Northwestern day | |
I don' t know much, but I know you | |
You are the kind of magic always breaks my heart in two | |
I' ve got my wings, I' m on my way | |
Cruising and communing with the vine to meet the Saints | |
The river sleeps alone tonight | |
Tucked around those cities that will never treat her right | |
I' ve got my wings, I' m on my way | |
To cruise and commune with the vine and the spirits and the Saints | |
Saints, Yaje, Yaje, yes | |
Home on the range, who knew life could be so strange | |
All boils down to a risk of change | |
Pick up the pieces of your life and rearrange | |
All boils down to a risk of change | |
Your pretty eyes cut like the jewels on your pretty frame | |
And you' re pretty hot, and you' re pretty cool and you' re pretty strange | |
Pick up the pieces of my life and rearrange it | |
All boils down, it all boils down | |
To a risk of changelife could be so strange | |
All boils down to a risk of change | |
Pick up the pieces of your life and rearrange | |
All boils down to a risk of change | |
Your pretty eyes cut like the jewels on your pretty frame | |
And you' re pretty hot, and you' re pretty cool and you' re pretty strange | |
Pick up the pieces of my life and rearrange it | |
All boils down, it all boils down | |
To a risk of change | |
credits | |
from Into the Dark Unknown, released 15 February 2011 | |
" Risk of Change" is written and arranged by Holcombe Waller | |
Performed by Holcombe and the Healers: Ben Landsverk, Kelly Meyer, Steve Kennon, Galen Cohen. | |
Voice and guitar recorded by Holcombe on the road, with strings and horns recorded at Jackpot Studios, engineer Kendra Lynn. |
I don' t know much, but I know you | |
You are the kind of magic always breaks my heart in two | |
The house all trashed, the wine uncorked | |
Maybe I should call you when I get back from New York | |
The barlife strays along your street | |
Poor girl' s got a cough and that man' s checking out my feet | |
They look for signs and they make plans | |
To forge for the better good of all those children in their hands hands hands hands | |
Home on the range, who knew life could be so strange | |
All boils down to a risk of change | |
Pick up the pieces of your life and rearrange | |
All boils down to a risk of change | |
Change | |
The midnight shoppers stretch for miles | |
Bundled up all coffee cups and cigarettes and smiles | |
I search the stars across your chart | |
Through the constellation of your hands, your head, your heart | |
This city' s tiring out my feet | |
Penny rolls a joint, and all the men who pass smell sweet | |
Oh penny I can' t win this race | |
Boy you are like Jeff and you must walk to that dark place place place place | |
Home on the range, who knew life could be so strange | |
All boils down to a risk of change | |
Pick up the pieces of your life and rearrange | |
All boils down to a risk of change | |
Your pretty eyes cut like the devil through my brain | |
They' re so smooth, so sharp, so strange | |
Pick up the pieces of your life and rearrange | |
All boils down to a risk of change | |
Change | |
I think I' ll sleep alone tonight | |
Cuz babe we both know I could never love you right | |
The house all trashed, the wine uncorked | |
Maybe I should call you when I get back from New York | |
You' ve got your barbs, you' ve got your stones | |
Pool them in your pockets with the ox meat and the bones | |
I' ve got my bags, I' m on my way | |
Cruising like a bandit ' neath the dark Northwestern day | |
I don' t know much, but I know you | |
You are the kind of magic always breaks my heart in two | |
I' ve got my wings, I' m on my way | |
Cruising and communing with the vine to meet the Saints | |
The river sleeps alone tonight | |
Tucked around those cities that will never treat her right | |
I' ve got my wings, I' m on my way | |
To cruise and commune with the vine and the spirits and the Saints | |
Saints, Yajé, Yajé, yes | |
Home on the range, who knew life could be so strange | |
All boils down to a risk of change | |
Pick up the pieces of your life and rearrange | |
All boils down to a risk of change | |
Your pretty eyes cut like the jewels on your pretty frame | |
And you' re pretty hot, and you' re pretty cool and you' re pretty strange | |
Pick up the pieces of my life and rearrange it | |
All boils down, it all boils down | |
To a risk of changelife could be so strange | |
All boils down to a risk of change | |
Pick up the pieces of your life and rearrange | |
All boils down to a risk of change | |
Your pretty eyes cut like the jewels on your pretty frame | |
And you' re pretty hot, and you' re pretty cool and you' re pretty strange | |
Pick up the pieces of my life and rearrange it | |
All boils down, it all boils down | |
To a risk of change | |
credits | |
from Into the Dark Unknown, released 15 February 2011 | |
" Risk of Change" is written and arranged by Holcombe Waller | |
Performed by Holcombe and the Healers: Ben Landsverk, Kelly Meyer, Steve Kennon, Galen Cohen. | |
Voice and guitar recorded by Holcombe on the road, with strings and horns recorded at Jackpot Studios, engineer Kendra Lynn. |