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TV ON THE RADIO lyrics : "Blues From Down Here"

From the depths I called you, Ma
For your breath and breast so warm and fabled
Your hands reached inside

Grabbed my heart, enlarged, disabled

Hailed for your mercy

An ear that cares

How the blues sound from up there?


With my wet hair, I wipe the blood off your feet
Carry me through these shark infested waters

Well you spared me from slaughter for sure,
But these sharks are equally in need of a martyr


Oh kindness shared
Undeserved purest gift, this life you've spared


How the blues sound from up there?

Teeth gnashing, masticating this dumb tongue

Quiet now, quiet now, hear that supplication
Echo into the void
Been received by no one


Oh my sweet dear
Cold alone poisoning ourselves

Engulfed in our own tears

Signed, blues from down here.


Pull the pin, drop it in, let it wash away our
Time for your favorite story

Of how to achieve golden glory
Wash yourself all squeaky clean
All in white, all hallow's eve


Lessen your desire,
Hold your breath so patiently

Never inquire how to be free
Just stay on your knees


You might doubt it
Think there's nothing left for
To do but stomp my feet

And shout about it

From the depths I called you


Now I'm waiting for an answer patiently
Stuck here at the bottom of this well

It's not the last you've heard from me

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