Sharing A Gibson With Martin Luther King-Lambchop

[ti:Sharing A Gibson With Martin Luther King] [ar:Lambchop] [al:OH (Ohio)] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Sharing A Gibson With Martin Luther King - Lambchop [00:20.01]All the leaves have turned to leather [00:23.09]I have lost faith in the spring [00:27.24] [00:30.75]Withered like a dark balloon [00:33.47]Oh I hear no robin sing [00:36.44] [00:41.05]Ushered with the shower still [00:43.58]Oh the rain falls off the leaves [00:47.10] [00:51.09]And a rim of shady light [00:53.44]It forms these patterns on my hands [00:57.59] [01:00.06]I can see your ring [01:03.12]Is it camouflaged or etched [01:07.22]Tell the king [01:09.22]To me this errand sent [01:11.59] [01:12.20]To call such a hole [01:14.75]In the kingdom of the Lord [01:17.68]That we are afraid [01:20.49] [01:21.49]Where there is no fear [01:25.24] [01:34.22]Oh he fell into a slumber [01:36.82]And did not wake until the dawn [01:42.00] [01:44.61]To see a band of orange clouds [01:47.35]Cross the middle of the sky [01:49.82] [01:54.82]Oh he got into a fluster [01:57.65]He felt a tightening in his leg [02:02.62] [02:04.90]With such finesse he waived a hornet [02:08.23]From a wine glass [02:11.08] [02:14.47]And tiny fluffs of the feathered life [02:20.64]And you wander forth with your insolence and wine [02:26.39]To your fruitless mourn to them that cannot hear [02:32.37]And what the f**k am I doing here [02:38.52] [02:49.02]In the ghettos of Chicago [02:51.62]Amid the poverty and despair [02:56.44] [02:58.92]Inside the game hens [03:00.54]Were the giblets in a plastic bag [03:04.51] [03:10.03]A cocktail which consisted [03:12.09]Of his gin and her vermouth [03:15.53] [03:19.76]Garnished together with the pearl onions [03:25.91] [03:29.33]Dying eyes gleamed forth their ashy light [03:34.75] [03:35.39]Tiny fluffs of the feathered life [03:41.14]And you wander forth with your insolence and wine [03:46.82]To your fruitless mourn to them that cannot hear