Jesus, ETC
Hey friends, I wanted to share this tune with you all, Im sure many of you are familiar with it, "Miami" by Will Smith, this crafty beat, bumps harder and faster than a double-turbo boat jet engine...ahh I'm kidding and proud of it.
No this is one for the ages, Jesus, Etc by the Wilco. Wilco is phenominal and my new current obsession, (Dont worry Bruce were still best friends) plus they're from Chicago, which means they have Abraham Lincoln blood and wear stovepipe hats at most of their shows.
Back to Jesus, Etc, this joint comes off Yankee Hotel Foxtrot, great disc. Ive listened to Jesus, Etc on repeater now for about two years stopping only to paint life-size pictures of Jesus carrying a sign that says ETC. They're 35.50 if you want to order one, check half.com.
This tune is so fantastic. Great pieces of art serve as an oasis, a protective encampment where you can hang your hat and smoke a peace pipe if only for a moment or two, then its back on the road to a family who doesnt love you. Hehe. So by definition, Jesus Etc is the Jellystone National Park of songs, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.
Jesus Etc
Jesus, don't cry
You can rely on me honey
You can combine anything you want
I'll be around
You were right about the stars
Each one is a setting sun
Tall buildings shake
Voices escape singing sad sad songs
Tuned to chords strung down your cheeks
Bitter melodies turning your orbit around
Don't cry
You can rely on me honey
You can come by any time you want
I'll be around
You were right about the stars
Each one is a setting sun
Tall buildings shake
Voices escape singing sad sad songs
Tuned to chords strung down your cheeks
Bitter melodies turning your orbit around
Voices whine
Skyscrapers are scraping together
Your voice is smoking
Last cigarettes are all you can get
Turning your orbit around
Our love
Our love
Our love is all we have
Our love
Our love is all of God's money
Everyone is a burning sun
Tall buildings shake
Voices escape singing sad sad songs
Tuned to chords strung down your cheeks
Bitter melodies turning your orbit around
Voices whine
Skyscrapers are scraping together
Your voice is smoking
Last cigarettes are all you can get
Turning your orbit around
Last cigarettes are all you can get
Turning your orbit around
Last cigarettes are all you can get
Turning your orbit around
No this is one for the ages, Jesus, Etc by the Wilco. Wilco is phenominal and my new current obsession, (Dont worry Bruce were still best friends) plus they're from Chicago, which means they have Abraham Lincoln blood and wear stovepipe hats at most of their shows.
Back to Jesus, Etc, this joint comes off Yankee Hotel Foxtrot, great disc. Ive listened to Jesus, Etc on repeater now for about two years stopping only to paint life-size pictures of Jesus carrying a sign that says ETC. They're 35.50 if you want to order one, check half.com.
This tune is so fantastic. Great pieces of art serve as an oasis, a protective encampment where you can hang your hat and smoke a peace pipe if only for a moment or two, then its back on the road to a family who doesnt love you. Hehe. So by definition, Jesus Etc is the Jellystone National Park of songs, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.
Jesus Etc
Jesus, don't cry
You can rely on me honey
You can combine anything you want
I'll be around
You were right about the stars
Each one is a setting sun
Tall buildings shake
Voices escape singing sad sad songs
Tuned to chords strung down your cheeks
Bitter melodies turning your orbit around
Don't cry
You can rely on me honey
You can come by any time you want
I'll be around
You were right about the stars
Each one is a setting sun
Tall buildings shake
Voices escape singing sad sad songs
Tuned to chords strung down your cheeks
Bitter melodies turning your orbit around
Voices whine
Skyscrapers are scraping together
Your voice is smoking
Last cigarettes are all you can get
Turning your orbit around
Our love
Our love
Our love is all we have
Our love
Our love is all of God's money
Everyone is a burning sun
Tall buildings shake
Voices escape singing sad sad songs
Tuned to chords strung down your cheeks
Bitter melodies turning your orbit around
Voices whine
Skyscrapers are scraping together
Your voice is smoking
Last cigarettes are all you can get
Turning your orbit around
Last cigarettes are all you can get
Turning your orbit around
Last cigarettes are all you can get
Turning your orbit around
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