Gold Fronts
Portugal. The Man"Gold Fronts" is a song by Portugal. The Man, released in 2006 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:24 long and contains 55 lines and 218 words.
Lyrics
0:00The sun bent down and spoke
0:02With the last lips
0:06They spoke of hell and things
0:09They knew they'd never miss
0:12Bridge shelter and the cold creek bed
0:15That breaks backs and leads eyes down
0:17Faces drag against the dirt
0:19And the ears should be living this muddy sound
0:22Where the white whales roll just once a year
0:24Arms feed the hatchet with an african appetite
0:27Matched machetes sparkle shine
0:29And shape that small scale guillotine
0:37I've been getting pretty sleeping
0:39In these boxes
0:42The blackened mule faces outside my door
0:46Shouting
0:49Shouting
0:51Shouting
0:54Shouting
0:58Oooohhhh
1:02Oooohhhh
1:07The club met the seal and the seal met the dog
1:09That carried the man to the end of the trail
1:12Where they
1:12Walked down the streets
1:14Pavement black beneath their feet
1:17I
1:19Have a little trouble
1:20With these black glass lungs
1:22I
1:24And dealing in the man with the gold tooth grin
1:29I
1:31I've been
1:32Pretty sleeping in these boxes
1:36The blackened mule faces outside my door
1:41Shouting
1:44Shouting
1:46Shouting
1:49Shouting
1:52Oooohhhh
1:55Oooohhhh
1:57Oooohhhh
2:00Oooohhhh
2:29I've been getting pretty sleeping in these boxes
2:35The blackened mule faces outside my door
2:39Shouting
2:42Shouting
2:44Shouting
2:47Shouting
2:55Ooohhh ooh ooh ohh ohh
3:01Ooohhh ooh ooh ohh ohh
3:07Ooohhh ooh ooh ohh ohh
3:12Ooohhh ooh ooh ohh ohh
3:18Ooohhh ooh ooh ohh ohh
3:24Oohh
The sun bent down and spoke With the last lips They spoke of hell and things They knew they'd never miss Bridge shelter and the cold creek bed That breaks backs and leads eyes down Faces drag against the dirt And the ears should be living this muddy sound Where the white whales roll just once a year Arms feed the hatchet with an african appetite Matched machetes sparkle shine And shape that small scale guillotine I've been getting pretty sleeping In these boxes The blackened mule faces outside my door Shouting Shouting Shouting Shouting Oooohhhh Oooohhhh The club met the seal and the seal met the dog That carried the man to the end of the trail Where they Walked down the streets Pavement black beneath their feet I Have a little trouble With these black glass lungs I And dealing in the man with the gold tooth grin I I've been Pretty sleeping in these boxes The blackened mule faces outside my door Shouting Shouting Shouting Shouting Oooohhhh Oooohhhh Oooohhhh Oooohhhh I've been getting pretty sleeping in these boxes The blackened mule faces outside my door Shouting Shouting Shouting Shouting Ooohhh ooh ooh ohh ohh Ooohhh ooh ooh ohh ohh Ooohhh ooh ooh ohh ohh Ooohhh ooh ooh ohh ohh Ooohhh ooh ooh ohh ohh Oohh
Translation
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