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Fair To Midland:Tall Tales Taste Like Sour Grapes
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| This song is performed by Fair To Midland and appears on the album Fables From A Mayfly: What I Tell You Three Times Is True (2007). |
The devil's in the air and I'm spittin' out prayers while the rubbernecks get their fill.
Too much patience, no resistance.
Within shouting distance, you can hear a blind man's bluff.
Dragging names through the mud, instead of biting his tongue.
The Devil's in the air and I'm spitting out prayers,
While the rubbernecks all get their fill.
Tell me, tell me a story.
Tell me not to worry,
Or pick up the phone.
So I'm turning, turning a deaf ear,
So that I don’t hear,
Him throwing stones.
Too much hogwash, not enough hearsay.
Always made the front page,
He could use a fine tooth comb.
To get a word from the wise,
Would be a welcome surprise.
Keep an ear to the ground so to drown out the sound,
'Cause the dead air is what made me whole.
Tell me, tell me a story.
Tell me not to worry,
Or pick up the phone.
So I'm turning, turning a deaf ear,
So that I don’t hear,
Him throwing stones.
These walls don’t talk,
Even when somebody knocks.
These walls don’t stand,
For anyone else but themselves.
These walls won't fall,
Even when gravity's failing us all.
Tell me, tell me a story.
Tell me not to worry,
Or pick up the phone.
So I'm turning, turning a deaf ear,
So that I don’t hear,
Him throwing stones.
Within shouting distance, you can hear a blind man's bluff.
Dragging names through the mud, instead of biting his tongue.
The Devil's in the air and I'm spitting out prayers,
While the rubbernecks all get their fill.
Tell me, tell me a story.
Tell me not to worry,
Or pick up the phone.
So I'm turning, turning a deaf ear,
So that I don’t hear,
Him throwing stones.
Too much hogwash, not enough hearsay.
Always made the front page,
He could use a fine tooth comb.
To get a word from the wise,
Would be a welcome surprise.
Keep an ear to the ground so to drown out the sound,
'Cause the dead air is what made me whole.
Tell me, tell me a story.
Tell me not to worry,
Or pick up the phone.
So I'm turning, turning a deaf ear,
So that I don’t hear,
Him throwing stones.
These walls don’t talk,
Even when somebody knocks.
These walls don’t stand,
For anyone else but themselves.
These walls won't fall,
Even when gravity's failing us all.
Tell me, tell me a story.
Tell me not to worry,
Or pick up the phone.
So I'm turning, turning a deaf ear,
So that I don’t hear,
Him throwing stones.
First line is from the Fables booklet.
<--[to Midland:Walls Of Jericho Walls Of Jericho] [to Midland:Upgrade%5EBrigade Upgrade^Brigade]-->
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Amazon: Fair to Midland • Fables From A Mayfly: What I Tell You Three Times Is True • Tall Tales Taste Like Sour Grapes
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