Cripple on his deathbed in a daydream did ride
Past the streams of fire on a petal path did glide
Left his wheelchair spinning deeper in the mud
In it he set memories
His body and his blood
An angel came to greet him
By his side she flew
Whispered as a part of him what he already knew
Head was spinning freely and it was plain to see
His burden was himself he bore
The sight his eyes could be
His death it died quite easily
Right there it was gone for good
But he could see his loved ones like he should
Thought if they were gone said he
And this cannot be true
The search to find what wasn't there
Has brought him back to you
Cripple on his deathbed in a daydream did ride
Past the streams of fire on a petal path did glide
He left his wheelchair spinning deeper in the mud
In it set his memories
His body and his blood
An angel came to greet him
By his side she flew
Whispered as a part of him what he already knew
His head was spinning freely
It was plain to see
His burden was himself he bore
The sight his eyes could be
His death it died quite easily
Right there it was gone
He could see his loved ones like he should
He thought if they were gone he said
And this cannot be true
The search to find what wasn't there
Has brought him back to you
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APPEARS ON:
Record Club: Oar
DATE RECORDED:
June 2009
LENGTH:
4:09
WRITTEN BY:
Skip Spence
PRODUCED BY:
Beck Hansen
ENGINEERED BY:
Danny Kalb
STUDIO:
Sunset Sound Studios
PERFORMERS:
Jamie Lidell
Vocals, Autoharp, Handclaps
Beck Hansen
Guitar, Handclaps
Brian Lebarton
Bass, Keyboards
James Gadson
Drums, Percussion
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