Patty Griffin - Shells скачать видео бесплатно

Recorded in Fletcher's Bar on April 17th 1997, this is the only version I've ever found of this bleak but powerful song. It's Patty Griffin at her best, in the Living With Ghosts days.

I've taken out a few of the more intrusive background noises, but hey - it's a bar!

Shells -- Patty Griffin - 1997

The hole in her chest is for the lost little lamb

Who was on his quest; nobody gives a damn

In silvery days of silence they go

Now they've lost their ways, those little lambs in the snow

These are not shells of the sea

These are the shells of the sky

They took my baby away from me

And no one has ever told me why

They chewed him and spit him

He never knew what hit him

No little kisses goodbye

Shells, shells, shells

I won't stand to ask for God's mercy

I can't stand anything anymore

They were only making angels

In the snow in the middle of a war

And the blood of these lambs speaks of the darkness

And the blood of these lambs speaks of the rage

Yes and blood of these lambs is rolling to the sea

It's writing your history on every single page

Shells, shells, shells

Chair at the table missing a child

Months have gone past, the weather is mild

I go to the sea; I follow the tide

I hold seashells to me and I hear the sky

These are not shells of the sea

These are the shells of the sky

They took my baby away from me

No one has ever told me why

They chewed him and spit him

He never knew what hit him

No little kisses goodbye

Shells, shells, shells