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He wrote a name with the needle gun
In black and blue
Your eyes are stone, she said
Beautiful and dead,
And I wish you well
I took a turn on this carousel
How long ago, and now I never can tell
I never stopped to wonder
May be a morning
May be a thousand years
Mmmmm
I only walk high wires
I tend to needin'
The magnolia's dying
Long, coarse, and primitive
I wish love, Lord, I wish love could live forever
Well on one side, burning bright as hell
Now here comes that weird chill
I don't stop to wonder
Ohhh, I threaded a name through the needle's eye
As a frame
Tied the ends and stitched it up
And hung my head down and wept
But I wish you well
Who'll pray for the killer's sake
I used to be so wide awake
Like certain mornings
That last a thousand hours
Long, coarse, and primitive
I wish love, Lord, I wish love could live forever
I'm burning bright as hell
Here comes that weird chill
But I wish you well
Your eyes are stone, she said
Truly beautiful and dead
I wish you well
I wanna ride on this carousel
But, I never really stopped to wonder
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 Available On: Here Comes That Weird Chill (2003)
Musicians:
Mark Lanegan - Vocals
Joshua Homme - Drums, rhythm guitar
Dean Ween - Lead guitar
Ed Crawford - Counterpoint guitar
Nick Oliveri - Bass
Chris Goss - Bass
Dave Catching - Bass
Oliver Goldstein - Keyboards, synths
Tracy Chisholm - Loops, recording,mix
Rick Miller - Additional recording
Jonas G. - Additional recording, post production
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