H Tribe
| Title | H Tribe |
|---|---|
| Artist | Dog Faced Hermans |
| Album | Those Deep Buds |
| Release Date | (not set) |
| Description | ? |
| Lyrics | The human tribe Has hands like mine I cannot weigh Or give away The things which I hold Poverty lies in the space between Fact of life is fact of closeness Mystery lies in the space between us The human tribe Has hands like mine I cannot weigh Or give away The things which I hold The human tribe Has skin like mine For me to trace And with this skin Impress no threat Fact of life is fact of distance I make sound which approaches language Make my tongue a physical one I lose nothing in this attemptYou might also like |