I can't believe Mark Lanegan entered eternal life today. I am so sad and yet so very grateful for his work today and every day. Ugh. This is a heavy, heavy loss. He wasn't done.
My sin, my sin is done and it won't be forgiven I'm gone I'm gone I'm gone where the wild people living Gone where the wild, the wild people living Some of them know close to the bone They kill the messenger, they kill the tax man waiting in line They kill the passenger where the train and toxic alike A holiday has come, my mind has escaped the body I shine away my light now with the wild people riding Gone with the wild, the wild people riding Some of them know close to the bone Ma-ma-mama please, please don't kill the messenger man And ma-ma-mama please please don't kill the passenger man Saturday I'm sick, sick with the fire descending Burn some day to the quick, to the quick of the match of a mouth stick My sin, my sin is done and it won't be forgiven I'm gone I'm gone I'm gone where the wild people living Gone where the wild, the wild people living Some of them know close to the bone Ma-ma-mama please, please don't kill the messenger man And ma-ma-mama please please don't kill the passenger man R.I.P Mark...
I love how you posted the lyrics, but please take another listen. The "some of them know" is more likely "so long alone" and the mind has "escaped the body" is "escaped into hiding." And "sick with a fire descending" is "sick with a virus descending." Burn "Some day" is actually "Burn Sunday.' And "Quick of the match of a mouth stick" is actually "quick to the match with a mile long stick." It is a beautiful song, and it touched me. So I was extra attentive when I covered it and lent an extra ear to the lyrics. This is my cover: czcams.com/video/ze_dQ9E8eKY/video.html. Mark Lanegan. Genius. Poet.
Actually there's more. Not "Gone where the wild" it's "Out where the wild." Honestly I printed the actual lyrics on my page, and I encourage you to take a look. Thank you for listening to Mark Lanegan. He is one in a million.
My sin, my sin is done and it won't be forgiven I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm going where the wild people living Gone where the wild, wild people living So long alone, close to the bone They kill the messenger, they kill the taxman waiting in line They kill the passenger where the train and taxi collide A holiday has come, my mind has escaped into hiding I've shot away my life out where the wild people riding Out where the wild, the wild people riding So long alone, close to the bone Mama Mama Ma please, please don't kill the messenger man Mama Mama Ma please, please don't kill the passenger man Saturday I'm sick, I’m sick with a virus descending Burn Sunday to the quick, to the quick with a match on a mile-long stick My sin, my sin is done and it won't be forgiven I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm going where the wild people living Gone where the wild, wild people living So long alone, close to the bone Mama Mama Ma please, please don't kill the messenger man Mama Mama Ma please, please don't kill the passenger man
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I can't believe Mark Lanegan entered eternal life today. I am so sad and yet so very grateful for his work today and every day. Ugh. This is a heavy, heavy loss. He wasn't done.
It's hard to pick a favorite Lanegan album..
But, this is it for me..
I saw him on this tour in a small club in Lisbon. The man itself...epic as fuck. Such a legend
My favorite is Bubblegum, but this is great and he never made a bad one. RIP.
Me too
"Whiskey for the holy ghost" for me, but this ones also great
Geeze I love this Man's music!
Beautiful song
perfection. Thank you.
Great album..
My sin, my sin is done and it won't be forgiven
I'm gone I'm gone
I'm gone where the wild people living
Gone where the wild, the wild people living
Some of them know close to the bone
They kill the messenger, they kill the tax man waiting in line
They kill the passenger where the train and toxic alike
A holiday has come, my mind has escaped the body
I shine away my light now with the wild people riding
Gone with the wild, the wild people riding
Some of them know close to the bone
Ma-ma-mama please, please don't kill the messenger man
And ma-ma-mama please please don't kill the passenger man
Saturday I'm sick, sick with the fire descending
Burn some day to the quick, to the quick of the match of a mouth stick
My sin, my sin is done and it won't be forgiven
I'm gone I'm gone I'm gone where the wild people living
Gone where the wild, the wild people living
Some of them know close to the bone
Ma-ma-mama please, please don't kill the messenger man
And ma-ma-mama please please don't kill the passenger man
R.I.P Mark...
I love how you posted the lyrics, but please take another listen. The "some of them know" is more likely "so long alone" and the mind has "escaped the body" is "escaped into hiding." And "sick with a fire descending" is "sick with a virus descending." Burn "Some day" is actually "Burn Sunday.' And "Quick of the match of a mouth stick" is actually "quick to the match with a mile long stick." It is a beautiful song, and it touched me. So I was extra attentive when I covered it and lent an extra ear to the lyrics. This is my cover: czcams.com/video/ze_dQ9E8eKY/video.html.
Mark Lanegan. Genius. Poet.
Not self promoting, but here's my cover czcams.com/video/ze_dQ9E8eKY/video.html
Actually there's more. Not "Gone where the wild" it's "Out where the wild."
Honestly I printed the actual lyrics on my page, and I encourage you to take a look. Thank you for listening to Mark Lanegan. He is one in a million.
My sin, my sin is done and it won't be forgiven
I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm going where the wild people living
Gone where the wild, wild people living
So long alone, close to the bone
They kill the messenger, they kill the taxman waiting in line
They kill the passenger where the train and taxi collide
A holiday has come, my mind has escaped into hiding
I've shot away my life out where the wild people riding
Out where the wild, the wild people riding
So long alone, close to the bone
Mama Mama Ma please, please don't kill the messenger man
Mama Mama Ma please, please don't kill the passenger man
Saturday I'm sick, I’m sick with a virus descending
Burn Sunday to the quick, to the quick with a match on a mile-long stick
My sin, my sin is done and it won't be forgiven
I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm going where the wild people living
Gone where the wild, wild people living
So long alone, close to the bone
Mama Mama Ma please, please don't kill the messenger man
Mama Mama Ma please, please don't kill the passenger man
Deor song