Musica de Aoife Odonovan del Genero: Folk Todos los artistas y cantantes de música de Folk son individuos talentosos y apasionados que dedican su vida a crear y compartir su arte con el mundo. Su música de Aoife Odonovan tiene el poder de emocionarnos, inspirarnos y conectarnos a un nivel profundo. En este blog OkMusica, exploraremos el mundo de los artistas y cantantes de música del genero Folk, destacando su dedicación, creatividad y contribuciones a la cultura.
Los artistas y cantantes de música tienen la capacidad única de expresar sus emociones y experiencias a través de su voz y talento musical. A través de sus letras y melodías, nos llevan a un viaje emocional y nos permiten conectarnos con nuestras propias emociones.
Además de su talento musical, los artistas y cantantes son verdaderos profesionales en su campo. Trabajan arduamente para perfeccionar su
Elevators Song Lyrics
Elevators by Aoife ODonovan Looking out the window, feels like I’ve been here before
The shady patch of green behind the big box store
‘Round another corner and past the swinging light
In the back of a Cutlass Ciera one night
In America, America
I’m just pulling out my hair trying to remember where i was
In America
I swear I saw you, running for the back door
I followed you like breadcrumbs out on the kind of roads
Where the only thing that mattered was lightening my load
At an Exxon station i stopped for a drink And i washed the memories down the dirty bathroom sink
In America, America
I’m just pulling out my hair trying to remember where i was
In America
I swear I saw you, running for the back door
Elevators, old songs
Empty bottles
So long
After midnight
When i was young
The ice melted on my tongue
Elevators
Broken glass
Nothing lasts
I finally figured out that everything was lost
So i climbed in my wagon and started across
The wide open prairie, headed up to the lake
Where is what’s good here? And what are we going to make
Of America, America
I’m just pulling out my hair trying to remember where I was
In America
I swear i saw you, running for the back door
(Running for the back door)
(Elevators) Elevators
(Old songs) Old songs
(Empty bottles, so long) Empty bottles, so long
(After midnight) After midnight
(When I was young) When i was young
(The ice melted on my tongue) The ice melted on my tongue
(Elevators) Elevators
(Broken glass) Broken glass
(Nothing lasts) Nothing lasts
Elevators