Nomeansno - Now Lyrics
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What Are The Lyrics For Now By Nomeansno?
Now if I had the courage
I'd pour in your jar All the things that I have heard you whisper in the dark And when that jar was heavy Whith your honey confidence I'd put it to my lips and drink its meaning and its sense It has non end so let's pretend it's Now Let's get started Now Let's get started NOW Nothing could be plainer Than the things that have been done And there can be no mystery in what is yet to come It's now that howls at nothing It's now that runs and hides It's now that winds its spineless coils and slitters out of sight Your cries above the furrow Draw my fingers like a plow Through tattered ends that twist and bend about the Here and Now The Here is blind and helpless And strives against the dark The Now's a well of shadows where the world has come apart It has non end so let's pretend it's Now Let's get started Now Let's get started NOW There is precious little That escapes the powers that be The eyes that judge, the words that form our meager histories But when your flood surrounds me When the waters burst and come Who knows the things that I have felt, who knows what I have done And if I had the courage I'd pur into your jar Allt the things I have heard you whisper in the dark And when the jar wwas heavy With your honeyed confidence I'd put it to my lips and drink its meaning and its sense It has no end so let's pretend it's Now Let's get started Now Let's get started NOW |
Who Wrote Now By Nomeansno?
Ronald Kalstein
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What's The Duration Of The Now By Nomeansno?The duration of Now is 5:09 minutes and seconds. |
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