Mornings go best with the sunrise,
The sunrise I used to see
But will never see now,
Even if I was waiting, we would just build it all up,
We'd look around until we find, we fin...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Portugal. The Man
[Intro]
(New York City, 1977, here we go)
[Verse 1: Zoe Manville & John Gourley]
Are you living your teens in a shed?
Is growing up giving you the bends?
Is my little sunshi...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Portugal. The Man
Stepping steps of floating floats that float above
Such shining notes
They know (Just where/why their feet are moving)
Just where we should rest
Policed and waiting patiently we kn...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Portugal. The Man
No I'm not jesus, but I'm more than a man
I'll never grow older, lonely or sad
Still I'm never pleased
From the corners until
I wake up walking as careful can be
Careful to miss ou...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Portugal. The Man
[Intro: John Gourley]
Hello, I'm, hello, I'm, hello, I'm
Hello, I'm introducing
[Verse 1: John Gourley & Zoe Manville]
Hello, I'm introducing
Live leak the revolution
Go st...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Portugal. The Man
I slip back down where we found
A meter milling maze
And the rest that we find sound
Will it find us on the bottom
Will we find our way
Will we fall apart useless
Machining the mad...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Portugal. The Man
[Intro: Richie Haven]
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
A long way from my home
Sometime...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Portugal. The Man
Shepherds they came
Stripped of their names
And we were all the daughters
That fell from her to ground
Because she needed us
She needed love
But we're all gone
To strip that ground...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Portugal. The Man
But we found that we were always lost,
And we will never find our way.
But we found that we were always lost,
And we will never find our way.
But we found that we were always los...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Portugal. The Man
Hear that outside? Go feed the dogs
They're begging barking bashing at their homes
Cold and wet and dirty like the earth
That mashes molding muddy marching boots
Now rain is beatin...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Portugal. The Man