This is the type of music I like happening upon. What an incredible singer. They're amazing musicians. This is the music I'm happy to hear on the radio, not that autotuned crap that's all the rage these days. Very classy. So very, very classy.
I sing The bebop apocalypse Lean into you God's hands on my hips Grip the midnight microphone Steel every cell of my flesh and bone I wrestle my angel In smoky stage lights Climb Jacob's ladder Two thousand more flights Tell St. Valentine, Hey gimme five- Baby our love song must survive We were born in the dirt On our hands and knees But started out climbing Deciduous trees We learned to sway Ridiculously high Hungry to taste Mouthfuls of sky Now I bring all our secrets To show and tell How we dragged each other Through heaven and hell It's our smoking gun But hey, we're still alive Baby our love song must survive Your third-story windows On thirteenth and Main Still glow with an eerie Mysterious flame Where we learned to slow dance By dawn's early light And tried to be tender With all of our might And just down the street At the Milner Hotel Rosie's sloppin' the hogs And the infidels They all went out of business When the market took a dive Baby our love song must survive There's nights when I mostly Just feel like a thief With a prized possession A gleeful belief That love's both a joke And a serious matter You don't quite know your muse But you know when you've had her When I first saw your face yeah It hurt you to smile Your lips tasted like tears I could kiss them for miles On a midnight train- May it never arrive Baby our love song must survive There's days when we lose Our appetite And days when we're bruised And losing the fight Of a lifetime, days When we're looking inside Wondering if We're half dead or alive But the slow honey drip Of those young nights long gone- The memory's a friendly whip Urging us on My mouth on your lips Is just trying to revive Baby our love song must survive This love's the affirmation Of everything good The oxygen coursing Through the blood The feel of being understood The belief that, Oh Yes, Somehow we could And the milkyway looks Like a flimsy blouse But now we're gentrified In our civil war house Safe as a painting By Currier and Ives Baby our love song must survive So I still sing The bebop apocalypse Lean into you God's hands on my hips Grip the midnight microphone Steel every cell of my flesh and bone I still wrestle my angel In smoky stage lights Climb Jacob's ladder Two thousand more flights C'mon St. Valentine, how 'bout a high five- Baby our love song must survive
If you have an elegance taste of music ... you will like this song It has nothing to do with your age ... because my friend told me that only old people like this type of music ( BTW I'm 22 ) and take this from me ... one day ... I'll be in a talent show ... and I will preform this song ( am a man of my word ) this is what I can call ( good music ) ... not that sh*t on the radio
" baby our love song must survive " ❤❤❤
I love listening to this kind of music ❤
Such expressive musicianship. Karen’s voice is captivating.
Love this song ❤️
This is the type of music I like happening upon. What an incredible singer. They're amazing musicians. This is the music I'm happy to hear on the radio, not that autotuned crap that's all the rage these days.
Very classy. So very, very classy.
This is a vocal master class and a half. Blown away. How have I never even heard of them?!
Wow. Just discovered this duo. Am blown away.
Just discovered this duo! I’m so blown away.
discovered them in 2007, saw them in concert 4 times already. If they are ever in your area please go see them , you will not be disappointed.
Thank you for this we need more
love this song and love you guys
I sing
The bebop apocalypse
Lean into you
God's hands on my hips
Grip the midnight microphone
Steel every cell of my flesh and bone
I wrestle my angel
In smoky stage lights
Climb Jacob's ladder
Two thousand more flights
Tell St. Valentine, Hey gimme five-
Baby our love song must survive
We were born in the dirt
On our hands and knees
But started out climbing
Deciduous trees
We learned to sway
Ridiculously high
Hungry to taste
Mouthfuls of sky
Now I bring all our secrets
To show and tell
How we dragged each other
Through heaven and hell
It's our smoking gun
But hey, we're still alive
Baby our love song must survive
Your third-story windows
On thirteenth and Main
Still glow with an eerie
Mysterious flame
Where we learned to slow dance
By dawn's early light
And tried to be tender
With all of our might
And just down the street
At the Milner Hotel
Rosie's sloppin' the hogs
And the infidels
They all went out of business
When the market took a dive
Baby our love song must survive
There's nights when I mostly
Just feel like a thief
With a prized possession
A gleeful belief
That love's both a joke
And a serious matter
You don't quite know your muse
But you know when you've had her
When I first saw your face yeah
It hurt you to smile
Your lips tasted like tears
I could kiss them for miles
On a midnight train-
May it never arrive
Baby our love song must survive
There's days when we lose
Our appetite
And days when we're bruised
And losing the fight
Of a lifetime, days
When we're looking inside
Wondering if
We're half dead or alive
But the slow honey drip
Of those young nights long gone-
The memory's a friendly whip
Urging us on
My mouth on your lips
Is just trying to revive
Baby our love song must survive
This love's the affirmation
Of everything good
The oxygen coursing
Through the blood
The feel of being understood
The belief that, Oh Yes,
Somehow we could
And the milkyway looks
Like a flimsy blouse
But now we're gentrified
In our civil war house
Safe as a painting
By Currier and Ives
Baby our love song must survive
So I still sing
The bebop apocalypse
Lean into you
God's hands on my hips
Grip the midnight microphone
Steel every cell of my flesh and bone
I still wrestle my angel
In smoky stage lights
Climb Jacob's ladder
Two thousand more flights
C'mon St. Valentine, how 'bout a high five-
Baby our love song must survive
Beautiful song
If you have an elegance taste of music ... you will like this song
It has nothing to do with your age ... because my friend told me that only old people like this type of music ( BTW I'm 22 )
and take this from me ... one day ... I'll be in a talent show ... and I will preform this song ( am a man of my word )
this is what I can call ( good music ) ... not that sh*t on the radio
They only make great music !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I see this as God's Love Song to the Jewish people.
Geez they're good. How have I never heard of them before? Love also the acoustic tape of Earthbound Love Song and All Over Ohio
very good
like it
Yep
Jesus.