Here’s to the angels that made me cry.
Here’s to the angels that made me trouble
Here’s to the angels that made me love
You’re all so fucking special
Wrestled me down and beaten till I bleed
Kissed me right and left me on the floor
And I stayed there and wondered who I was to you
But it never mattered cause I get by on my own
And I lost my hat in the Tallahassee mud
Sold my buttons for a newer one
It’s so hard for me to say hello
When every goodbye has me burned up dry
And I pass by the old house on the way to work
Its got the old shutters and a hobo sleeps in my chair
I remember those dreams and what they did to me
Cursed me forever with a shoulder heavy and strong
Celebrate the times that I thought I had died
To live for the moment when everything’s all right
I’m happy that the car crash didn’t kill us on the scene
I’m so happy that the car crash didn’t kill us on the scene
Omaha is coming and Omaha is coming up right
Omaha is coming and Omaha is coming up good
credits
from Lark,
released January 1, 2014
Horn: Bobby Rivas
A vibrant vision of "Central Americana" from the Costa Rica-based artist, blending heartland devotionals with playful Tropicália grooves. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 27, 2022