Frank Black and the Catholics
valentine and garuda
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I have a flask but I do not have the wine
I have a suit but I do not have a dime
Oh, pity me Garuda
I don't where to begin
I had a love and she called me Valentine
I walk alone on streets below these peaks
Of stone that block the sky
My hands have lost their grip through fingers slipped
The rarest ever damselfly
I had a love and she was always true
I had a drink yes I gambled then she flew
Oh, pity me Garuda
And turn my hands into wings
I'm coming back to the station I am due
My eyes are small and dark
My pigeon heart is pumping blood so fast
I fly above the earth for what it's worth
I search for love lost in the past
- Album:
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- Black Letter Days
- Uncut: Sensation Nation
- Delicatessen, Volume 5: Cooking Vinyl Sampler 2003
- Oorgasm 2
- CMJ New Music Monthly, Volume 116: September 2003
- La Route du Rock: La Compilation 2001
- Live at the Warehouse
- X-Ray CD#08
- Sunday Sunny Mill Valley Groove Day
- Rolling Stone: New Voices, Volume 41
- HMV Playlist SDR17A
- Enjoy Ray Cokes
- 2003-11-28: Melkweg, Amsterdam, Netherlands
- 2001-05-16: Eugene, OR, USA
- 2002-05-23: Portland, OR, USA
- 1999-07-15: Winooski, VT, USA
- 2001-01-16: The Bug Jar, Rochester, NY, USA
- 2001-03-01: Malmö, Sweden