Lanegan, Mark - The Primitives Lyrics
Forget your family son
The face on the clock, your foreign body
The ship is just a frame
Pinpoint eyes, seething decks and pain
You wonder how it should go
Then deny no loathsome thing
Hands beyond hands beyond oblivion swing
Forget your yesterdays son
The face on the clock, your foreign body
The ship is just a frame
Pinpoint eyes, seething decks and pain
Other Lyrics by Artist
- Lanegan, Mark - Waltzing In Blue
- Lanegan, Mark - Élégie Funèbre
- Lanegan, Mark - Lonely Street
- Lanegan, Mark - I'm Not The Loving Kind
- Lanegan, Mark - Mack The Knife
- Lanegan, Mark - Solitare
- Lanegan, Mark - Brompton Oratory
- Lanegan, Mark - Pretty Colors
- Lanegan, Mark - You Only Live Twice
- Lanegan, Mark - Deepest Shade
- Lanegan, Mark - She's Gone
- Lanegan, Mark - Flatlands
- Lanegan, Mark - Autumn Leaves
- Lanegan, Mark - Dry Iced
- Lanegan, Mark - Torn Red Heart
- Lanegan, Mark - I Am The Wolf
- Lanegan, Mark - Seventh Day
- Lanegan, Mark - The Killing Season
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Lanegan, Mark The Primitives Comments
So eerie and dark. I love it.
Lanegan's music has been one of the great loves of my life.
Saw him in Bellingham Washington a few days ago. I am 52 years old and have Loved music my entire life. This man exceeds all of my expectations
Forget your family son
The face on the clock, your foreign body
The ship is just a frame
Pinpoint eyes, seething decks and pain
You wonder how it should be
You wonder how it should go
Then deny no loathsome thing
Hands beyond hands beyond oblivion swing
Forget your yesterdays son
The face on the clock, your foreign body
The ship is just a frame
Pinpoint eyes, seething decks and pain
Emanoel Pedro Martins thanks... just amazing
Damn this is good!