[00:00.00]Van Gogh - Pony Bradshaw
[00:01.11]Lyrics by：James Bradshaw
[00:02.23]Composed by：James Bradshaw
[00:03.35]I had a dream that I was Van Gogh
[00:07.81]Living like a vandal
[00:11.10]In my tiny castle
[00:16.02]I painted portraits of a morning
[00:20.57]Coffee with my Lord
[00:23.40]He's still missing his girl Mary
[00:28.86]Oh we're talking dirty now
[00:33.19]I like it when we move like that
[00:41.74]Oh we're shaping little lies
[00:45.87]On the tips of our tongues
[00:48.84]Where you at
[00:52.12]Where you at
[01:00.82]She fancied herself a Rimbaud
[01:05.44]Coming out that swamp slow
[01:08.70]Her head up in the cosmos
[01:13.60]She's got them absinthe eyes I told you
[01:18.08]She's trying to break that mold fool
[01:21.43]I need a little strange fruit
[01:26.28]Oh we're talking dirty now
[01:30.57]I like it when we move like that
[01:39.06]Oh we're shaping little lies
[01:43.35]On the tips of our tongues
[01:46.37]Where you at
[01:49.73]Where you at
[01:52.20]Ooh where you at
[01:58.32]Ooh where you at
[02:04.92]Ooh where you at
[02:11.38]Ooh where you at
[02:24.12]I drink the blues with my bourbon
[02:28.76]Jimmy Reed's a sermon
[02:31.93]Little rain a thundering
[02:36.67]I stood up and started singing
[02:41.42]I got all this feeling
[02:44.47]I'm swinging from the ceiling