Grace Potter & the Nocturnals
Excerpts:
Apologies:
My love is like a blanket... it gets a little bit too warm sometimes. I wanted to wrap somebody in it that could hold me in his arms. But when it got a little too warm in there, he was always stepping out for air, and he froze.
Big White Gate (By far my favorite Grace Potter Song):
"My Body is aching from laying in this bed. I went singing in the rain and the cold got to my head. I don't know who's paying, I just know what the doctor said. 84 years of a sinning life, and in the morning I'll be dead.
I have 3 daughters... a new man for every one. The only man I ever loved left me with my oldest song. I was a no good mother. I was a no good wife. There is only one thing that I did right in this God forsaken life.
Saint Peter, Won't you open up those big white gates because I heard about forgiveness and I'm hoping that it ain't too late. No, I ain't no holy roller, but you go tell your King that those folks up in heaven might like to hear me sing.
I sang to my children before they strayed too far. I sang for my lovers or a nickle in a tip jar. I never knew Jesus. I never read the Good Book. But on this day of dying I'm giving life a second look.
Saint Peter Won't you open up those big white gates because I heard about forgiveness and I'm hoping that it ain't too late. No, I ain't no holy roller, but you go tell your King that those folks up in heaven might like to hear me sing.
It's been a long time now. My bodies getting cold. I got no will. I got no prayer. My story has all been told. I'm ready for a land of fire but I would love to see the land of gold. So, nurse bring me my guitar... Just one more song before I go."
Apologies:
My love is like a blanket... it gets a little bit too warm sometimes. I wanted to wrap somebody in it that could hold me in his arms. But when it got a little too warm in there, he was always stepping out for air, and he froze.
Big White Gate (By far my favorite Grace Potter Song):
"My Body is aching from laying in this bed. I went singing in the rain and the cold got to my head. I don't know who's paying, I just know what the doctor said. 84 years of a sinning life, and in the morning I'll be dead.
I have 3 daughters... a new man for every one. The only man I ever loved left me with my oldest song. I was a no good mother. I was a no good wife. There is only one thing that I did right in this God forsaken life.
Saint Peter, Won't you open up those big white gates because I heard about forgiveness and I'm hoping that it ain't too late. No, I ain't no holy roller, but you go tell your King that those folks up in heaven might like to hear me sing.
I sang to my children before they strayed too far. I sang for my lovers or a nickle in a tip jar. I never knew Jesus. I never read the Good Book. But on this day of dying I'm giving life a second look.
Saint Peter Won't you open up those big white gates because I heard about forgiveness and I'm hoping that it ain't too late. No, I ain't no holy roller, but you go tell your King that those folks up in heaven might like to hear me sing.
It's been a long time now. My bodies getting cold. I got no will. I got no prayer. My story has all been told. I'm ready for a land of fire but I would love to see the land of gold. So, nurse bring me my guitar... Just one more song before I go."