Lyrics Language: English Song writer/composer(s): Michael Franti
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Spearhead100,000 Miles Lyrics:
I need a reason to get up, before I wash my face
The junkies, the Hookers, the dealers the place
Kickin' off my covers, trippin' off the fact
That I haven't called my gramma in a long, long time
Standin in the shower, for almost half an hour
Tryin' to wake up, and I'm lookin for the power
Reachin' for the towel, with soap in my eyes
Dryin' off my shoulders, my chest, and my thighs
The next thing I know, the telephone rings
I hear my own voice, on the answering machine
Please leave a message, I'm glad ya called
I listen for a voice, but there's nothin' at all
Man oh Man
I gotta kick the blues
And pay respect where respect is due
All praises to GOD the one I return to
The one I can turn to
When I'm feelin burned to the bone
Early in the morn, before I wash my face
The bed is still warm but there's an empty space
Easrly in the morn, before I wash my face
A hundred thousand miles is a lonely place
At six in the morning, she rolled outa bed
Stared out the window, and then she said
That I wasn't her type
I think she's runnin outa types though and I told her so
She picked up her things and walked through the door
And then said that she couldn't see me no more
Just as she was leaving, I asked her if she'd call
She didn't look back, said nuttin at all
I didn't change my clothes, because they smell like you
And when I took a shower it reminded me of you
I called Gramma Brown, for advice
It happened to me once, it happened to me twice
Michael, my son, you sound really bugged
I wish that you were here, so I could to you give
A hug then she gave me, a long, long talk
She said 'you have the patience, of ice on a sidewalk'
When things get rough, don't sweat it
Sometimes in life you just have to let it
And sing out a song, so strong
That even a bad dream couldn't bring harm
To the mind of a young childs battles
Formed from the candle light shadows
Her voice is like a whispering kiss on the forehead
Early in the morn, before I wash my face
The bed is still warm but there's an empty space
Early in the mornin, before I wash my face
A hundred thousand miles is a lonely place
In the last thirty minutes, before I fall asleep
When I have said my prayers and I have brushed my teeth
This is the time when I am forced to think about
All of the things I been tryin to forget about
The Bills, the phone, cleanin up my room
The cars, the traffic, the speakers and the boom
Alone I remember the times with me and you
And I realize my heart is shakin' up the room
Gramma she would tell us about the glory days
And gramma she would tell us about when we were slaves
In the livin' room pianos outa tune
On top of it the pictures of every bride and groom
Child grand child lost child
Every single tear shed every single smile
'Cause everybodies got alota shit to deal with
And life doesn't stop it just makes ya feel it
So shake the dust offa your feet
Take a step forward liberate with the beat
So for you I wrote this song
I wanted you to hear it before you are gone
The African in me the Seminole in me
These are some a things my grandmother gave
To me some believe there are and some believe there
Ain't if ever there was one my gramma Brown she is a saint
Early in the morn before I wash my face
The bed isstill warm but there'san empty space
Early in the mornin before I wash my face
A hundred thousand miles is a lonely place
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