Frog Eyes - Noni's got a taste for the Bright Red Air Jordans lyrics

Whoa: Nonnie's got a taste for the Bright Red Air Jordans! The wild lights grace the frame of the naturalist's door Wild-man comes from the caves with air-salt from Jordan Grind it upon the feet of his friend who is shy We want to be alone: we want a night so slow; we want to taste an air worth recording We want to be alone; low: we want a night so slow; oh to the taste of a fall worth Reporting Bad bad Pennyworth's son is a lost angel's burden Skirting the towns for the trails that curse the grey sky Bang bang water is a curse for the outcasted Baron Burdens fall away when we crawl down to die And sigh... We want to be alone: we want a night so slow; we want to taste an air worth recording We want to be alone: we want a night so slow; oh. to the taste of a fall worth reporting We yell "Dad, dad, you don't have to be the last man resorting To the last damn breath of a man whose fate was to lie We go damn! Damn man! you should have seen those archers in the morning Piercing every bird that had the gumption to set alight and fly." [from liner notes]