Marcy Playground - The Shadow Of Seattle Lyrics






Rain
Like tin angels falling
Down
Like a mission and we're
Halfway there
From some old dried up
Fried forgotten town
Why
Won't they let us be ourselves
With our potential we
Could toe the line
And show the bastards up
With our divine
Light

Seize
All the records from the past
Hold for ransom all the artifacts
This ragged town protects
Them to the last
With lies

See them running heading
Homeward to Seattle

Deem
All the liars in your tribe
To be the fires on the
Western side
Of some old front we call
The war of art
Rain
Like tin angels falling
Down
Like a mission and we're
Halfway there
From some old dried up
Fried forgotten town
From some old dried up
Fried forgotten town
To some old dried up fried
Forgotten
Town





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  1. R.... B....

    Rain
    Like tin angels falling
    Down
    Like a mission and we're
    Halfway there
    From some old dried up
    Fried forgotten town
    Why
    Won't they let us be ourselves
    With our potential we
    Could toe the line
    And show the bastards up
    With our divine
    Light

    Seize
    All the records from the past
    Hold for ransom all the artifacts
    This ragged town protects
    Them to the last
    With lies

    See them running heading
    Homeward to Seattle

    Deem
    All the liars in your tribe
    To be the fires on the
    Western side
    Of some old front we call
    The war of art
    Rain
    Like tin angels falling
    Down
    Like a mission and we're
    Halfway there
    From some old dried up
    Fried forgotten town
    From some old dried up
    Fried forgotten town
    To some old dried up fried
    Forgotten
    Town

  2. B.... G....

    I still remember getting this album when I was 13 or so...20 years later and it's still amazing. Very underrated.

    B.... G....

    Same, and about the same age too. All their albums are good, but hadnt listened to this one in quite a while...its like a time warp back to the 90s. Good stuff!

  3. F.... F....

    I spent 50 years in Seattle and this song accurately describes the sad, little town.

  4. M.... ....

    It almost sounds like a nirvana song.

  5. Y.... ....

    Rain 
    Like tin angels falling 
    Down 
    Like a mission and we're

    Halfway there 
    From some old dried up 
    Fried forgotten town 
    Why

    Won't they let us be ourselves 
    With our potential we 
    Could toe the line 
    And show the bastards up

    With our divine 
    Light 
    Seize 
    All the records from the past

    Hold for ransom all the artifacts 
    This ragged town protects 
    Them to the last 
    With lies

    See them running heading 
    Homeward to Seattle 
    Deem 
    All the liars in your tribe

    To be the fires on the 
    Western side 
    Of some old front we call 
    The war of art

    Rain 
    Like tin angels falling 
    Down 
    Like a mission and we're

    Halfway there 
    From some old dried up 
    Fried forgotten town 
    From some old dried up

    Fried forgotten town 
    To some old dried up fried 
    Forgotten 
    Town

  6. J.... A....

    Marcy show >.<

  7. e.... ....

    nice voice and tune!!

  8. F.... K....

    236!? It should be 2 360 000!!!