Lemoine's lyrics & chords

Lovers of obsolete industrial zones, here are moon-laden winds. ?Are those words banished from your heart. Thoughts’ fresh salmons return to vanished springs. Gush forth, wind; Crush, eyelids. Here’s the bare garden of new thoughts where whatever strikes at established dreams is to be built. Here’s the rainbow-hammock where weariness can rest while rise around us the walls of children’s castles. Pink salmon ladder, staircases for girls in white dresses. Here are lone star-sheets on which to shift tired ideas, where, with their sisters, ...read more