The Eyes, The Beard, The Nose, The Stomach, The Lungs

from by Indie Folker

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holidays are coming
the full moon's shining like a baby's cheek
rolled up in the blankets of defeat
I wait for the trick or the treat
you talk about illusions
oh i can laugh at all the ways
i find myself looking in the mirror
and somehow i'm not amazed
there's a ghost in the toast
looking on down, hey, don't we know we got it made

baby don't you worry
just close your eyes and slowly open up your knees
rollin' out a rocket on the rhythm of your soul
we might be out of control
or I can walk out
oh, but i can not stay
there's such a thing as coming on too reckless
but that doesn't apply to me
as endless the shore
as independent every single thing you say about


the eyes, the beard, the nose, the stomach and the lungs
the way he flies a sleigh, up high, with reindeers in the sun, you know
I never believed anything about
the eyes, the beard, the nose, the stomach or the lungs

holidays are coming
snow keeps falling like it's never been
bottled up inside the furnace of the street
melted away by the heat
or constantly evolving
you can barely count the ways
we screw over each other
and we never ever take the blame
if everything goes
then why are we to care that we no longer care


so you never wanted
to trust the things that keep you from where you ought to be
tied up with the money and the bills
it should be better than this
but now it feels over
oh, you've wasted all your years
and now you're sitting, waiting, wishing
someone would just count the tears
of an endless remorse
as controversial as every single thing they said about

the eyes, the beard, the nose, the stomach and the lungs
the way he flies a sleigh, up high, with reindeers in the sun, you know
I never believed anything about
the eyes, the beard, the nose, the stomach or the lungs

the eyes, the beard, the nose, the stomach and the lungs
the way he flies a sleigh, up high, with reindeers in the sun, you know
I never believed anything about
the eyes, the beard, the nose, the stomach or the lungs

the eyes, the beard, the nose the stomach and the lungs
the eyes, the beard, the nose the stomach and the lungs
the eyes, the beard, the nose the stomach or the lungs
the eyes, the beard, the nose the stomach or the lungs

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from Monsters In The Christmas Album, released December 1, 2010

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Indie Folker Romania

Indie Folker is very much like Iron & Wine without the iron or Noah And The Whale without the whale… In plain: music inspired by the folkers and anti-folkers, or in a broader spectrum: indie folk, homemade acoustic pop or just plain old folk rock music from the bird house. Drawing comparison to such imaginary singers and performers such as: Tom Waits on high heels, a more scrupulous and much young ... more

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