Telling Tellers Tell Me

Album cover art for "Telling Tellers Tell Me" by Portugal. The Man

Portugal. The Man - Rock, Blues Rock

Telling Tellers Tell Me

2 Plays

Duration: 3:10

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Lyrics

[Verse 1] Summer came and I lost my shoes Purple gold linens, pressed them down in the basement And if you don't know or see them clouds Will step to the sky and wind down Tell me what you know, tell me what we get Tell me where we go then tell me when you come back around [Chorus] Calm will find your soul Those tired lonely lips dragged him down to the train tracks Calm will find your soul Left them purple gold lids sitting down in the basement Calm will find your soul And if we die here will we ever be back again? Calm will find your soul Dawn was likely lined in the coming of men That shuffled, slithered legs till they knew how to stand [Verse 2] Every time I grow I know I'll never change Because the lemon tree sways, but I knows he'll never find me I know my problems and know where they lie (Tell me what you know, tell me what we get Tell me where we go then tell me when you come back around) [Chorus] Calm will find your soul Those tired lonely lips dragged him down to the train tracks Calm will find your soul Left them purple gold lids sitting down in the basement Calm will find your soul And if we die here will we ever be back again? Calm will find your soul Dawn was likely lined in the coming of men That shuffled, slithered legs till they knew how to stand [Verse 3] My brother's busy laughing at the end of the hall Said "That man's not a doctor if he cures no cancer" Placed in the back where there are no dancers Crooked steps, diamonds and a bag housing answers I step to sky and wind down (Tell me what you know, tell me what we get Tell me where we go and when you come back around) [Chorus] Calm will find your soul Those tired lonely lips dragged him down to the train tracks Calm will find your soul Calm will find your soul And if we die here will we ever be back again? Calm will find your soul Dawn was likely lined in the coming of men That shuffled, slithered legs till they knew how to stand

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Credits

Writers
  • John Gourley