Wheelhouse

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Kurt Vile - Rock, Folk Rock

Wheelhouse

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[Verse 1] Sometimes I talk too much but I gotta get it out But I don't wanna talk, I only wanna listen My baby talks soft, my ears are always ringing now Humming a sad song when I'm alone But you gotta be alone to figure things out sometimes Be alone, when even in a crowd of friends and not so Sometimes of whom you just can't distinguish but Thank god for the former, yeah [Chorus] Some bow down a hundred times a day or more To find a way, to get back down to the temple one day Find the temple, to bask in the glory of Roll around on a floor of furry carpet then Sleep soundly for the first time in forever and Breathing deep inside [Verse 2] There's a desert down below the earth's core A hidden staircase in the house that you reside in A little something from the cupboard over there A little medicine, it's a medication situation [Chorus] Some bow down a hundred times a day or more To find a way, to get back down to the temple one day Find the temple, to bask in the glory of Roll around on a floor of furry carpet then Sleep soundly for the first time in forever and Breathing deep inside

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Writers
  • Kurt Vile