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looking through.\nDo you see our Mother's dying?\nHere's a picture for you.\nI wanna paint this picture for you!\n\nWith every black choking for breath\nand every inch closer to death.\nHer hands are held out for you.\n\n(solo)\n\nYou said the reasons\nwe're in the cities that we all made\nwas that we rage our poor Mother.\nPoor Mother.\nPoor Mother.\nNow that she's leaving\nand she's thrown off all that she gave,\nwe dig the grave\nof our poor Mother!\nThe grass ain't growing\nin my front yard, no.\nPoor Mother.\nPoor Mother.\nPoor Mother.","syncedLyrics":"[00:33.19] \"The skies have darkened\n[00:36.63] and the seas have dried.\n[00:39.63] Your honest ways have turned to lies.\n[00:47.48] Your hands of promise\n[00:50.86] turned to hands of pain.\n[00:54.82] You take for granted the life that God create\n[01:01.47] \n[01:06.37] The life that God created.\n[01:13.56] \n[01:23.32] The frost and flowers\n[01:26.66] Mother gave to you,\n[01:30.50] the muffled whispers bleeding true.\n[01:37.57] And it doesn't matter how\n[01:40.93] what kind of eyes your looking through.\n[01:44.96] Do you see our Mother's dying?\n[01:49.26] Here's a picture for you.\n[01:56.31] I wanna paint this picture for you!\n[02:02.66] \n[02:28.59] With every black choking for breath\n[02:31.23] and every inch closer to death.\n[02:36.33] Her hands are held out for you.\n[02:40.64] \n[03:21.57] (solo)\n[03:23.60] \n[03:57.02] You said the reasons\n[04:01.63] we're in the cities that we all made\n[04:07.84] was that we rage our poor Mother.\n[04:18.84] Poor Mother.\n[04:24.59] \n[04:27.69] Poor Mother.\n[04:32.09] Now that she's leaving\n[04:36.90] and she's thrown off all that she gave,\n[04:43.06] we dig the grave\n[04:45.26] of our poor Mother!\n[04:51.83] The grass ain't growing\n[04:56.44] in my front yard, no.\n[05:08.88] \n[05:12.04] Poor Mother.\n[05:21.32] Poor Mother.\n[05:30.17] Poor Mother.\n[05:39.18] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Mother (Sippin' Time 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end_ms: 100930\n- text: what kind of eyes your looking through.\n start_ms: 100930\n end_ms: 104960\n- text: Do you see our Mother's dying?\n start_ms: 104960\n end_ms: 109260\n- text: Here's a picture for you.\n start_ms: 109260\n end_ms: 116310\n- text: I wanna paint this picture for you!\n start_ms: 116310\n end_ms: 122660\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 122660\n end_ms: 148590\n- text: With every black choking for breath\n start_ms: 148590\n end_ms: 151230\n- text: and every inch closer to death.\n start_ms: 151230\n end_ms: 156330\n- text: Her hands are held out for you.\n start_ms: 156330\n end_ms: 160640\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 160640\n end_ms: 201570\n- text: (solo)\n start_ms: 201570\n end_ms: 203600\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 203600\n end_ms: 237020\n- text: You said the reasons\n start_ms: 237020\n end_ms: 241630\n- text: we're in the cities that we all made\n start_ms: 241630\n end_ms: 247840\n- text: was that we rage our poor Mother.\n start_ms: 247840\n end_ms: 258840\n- text: Poor Mother.\n start_ms: 258840\n end_ms: 264590\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 264590\n end_ms: 267690\n- text: Poor Mother.\n start_ms: 267690\n end_ms: 272090\n- text: Now that she's leaving\n start_ms: 272090\n end_ms: 276900\n- text: and she's thrown off all that she gave,\n start_ms: 276900\n end_ms: 283060\n- text: we dig the grave\n start_ms: 283060\n end_ms: 285260\n- text: of our poor Mother!\n start_ms: 285260\n end_ms: 291830\n- text: The grass ain't growing\n start_ms: 291830\n end_ms: 296440\n- text: in my front yard, no.\n start_ms: 296440\n end_ms: 308880\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 308880\n end_ms: 312040\n- text: Poor Mother.\n start_ms: 312040\n end_ms: 321320\n- text: Poor Mother.\n start_ms: 321320\n end_ms: 330170\n- text: Poor Mother.\n start_ms: 330170\n end_ms: 339180\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 339180\nplain: |-\n \"The skies have darkened\n and the seas have dried.\n Your honest ways have turned to lies.\n Your hands of promise\n turned to hands of pain.\n You take for granted the life that God create\n The life that God created.\n The frost and flowers\n Mother gave to you,\n the muffled whispers bleeding true.\n And it doesn't matter how\n what kind of eyes your looking through.\n Do you see our Mother's dying?\n Here's a picture for you.\n I wanna paint this picture for you!\n\n With every black choking for breath\n and every inch closer to death.\n Her hands are held out for you.\n\n (solo)\n\n You said the reasons\n we're in the cities that we all made\n was that we rage our poor Mother.\n Poor Mother.\n Poor Mother.\n Now that she's leaving\n and she's thrown off all that she gave,\n we dig the grave\n of our poor Mother!\n The grass ain't growing\n in my front yard, no.\n Poor Mother.\n Poor Mother.\n Poor Mother.\n"},{"id":34417338,"name":"mother [sippin' time sessions] [bonus track]","trackName":"mother [sippin' time sessions] [bonus track]","artistName":"blind melon","albumName":"blind melon [20th anniversary edition]","duration":374.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"The skies have darkened\nand the seas have dried.\nYour honest ways have turned to lies.\nYour hands of promise\nturned to hands of pain.\nYou take for granted the life that God create\nThe life that God created.\nThe frost and flowers\nMother gave to you,\nthe muffled whispers bleeding true.\nAnd it doesn't matter how\nwhat kind of eyes your looking through.\nDo you see our Mother's dying?\nHere's a picture for you.\nI wanna paint this picture for you!\n\nWith every black choking for breath\nand every inch closer to death.\nHer hands are held out for you.\n\n(solo)\n\nYou said the reasons\nwe're in the cities that we all made\nwas that we rage our poor Mother.\nPoor Mother.\nPoor Mother.\nNow that she's leaving\nand she's thrown off all that she gave,\nwe dig the grave\nof our poor Mother!\nThe grass ain't growing\nin my front yard, no.\nPoor Mother.\nPoor Mother.\nPoor Mother.","syncedLyrics":"[00:33.12] \"The skies have darkened\n[00:36.62] and the seas have dried.\n[00:39.64] Your honest ways have turned to lies.\n[00:47.44] Your hands of promise\n[00:50.81] turned to hands of pain.\n[00:54.85] You take for granted the life that God create\n[01:01.50] \n[01:06.38] The life that God created.\n[01:13.57] \n[01:23.33] The frost and flowers\n[01:26.66] Mother gave to you,\n[01:30.55] the muffled whispers bleeding true.\n[01:37.59] And it doesn't matter how\n[01:40.92] what kind of eyes your looking through.\n[01:44.96] Do you see our Mother's dying?\n[01:49.27] Here's a picture for you.\n[01:56.35] I wanna paint this picture for you!\n[02:02.70] \n[02:28.56] With every black choking for breath\n[02:31.20] and every inch closer to death.\n[02:36.38] Her hands are held out for you.\n[02:40.69] \n[03:21.53] (solo)\n[03:23.56] \n[03:57.00] You said the reasons\n[04:01.67] we're in the cities that we all made\n[04:07.85] was that we rage our poor Mother.\n[04:18.83] Poor Mother.\n[04:24.58] \n[04:27.60] Poor Mother.\n[04:32.05] Now that she's leaving\n[04:36.82] and she's thrown off all that she gave,\n[04:43.07] we dig the grave\n[04:45.21] of our poor Mother!\n[04:51.86] The grass ain't growing\n[04:56.48] in my front yard, no.\n[05:08.92] \n[05:12.09] Poor Mother.\n[05:21.37] Poor Mother.\n[05:30.10] Poor Mother.\n[05:39.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: mother [sippin' time sessions] [bonus track]\n artist: blind melon\n album: blind melon [20th anniversary edition]\n duration_ms: 374000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '\"The skies have darkened'\n start_ms: 33120\n end_ms: 36620\n- text: and the seas have dried.\n start_ms: 36620\n end_ms: 39640\n- text: Your honest ways have turned to lies.\n start_ms: 39640\n end_ms: 47440\n- text: Your hands of promise\n start_ms: 47440\n end_ms: 50810\n- text: turned to hands of pain.\n start_ms: 50810\n end_ms: 54850\n- text: You take for granted the life that God create\n start_ms: 54850\n end_ms: 61500\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 61500\n end_ms: 66380\n- text: The life that God created.\n start_ms: 66380\n end_ms: 73570\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 73570\n end_ms: 83330\n- text: The frost and flowers\n start_ms: 83330\n end_ms: 86660\n- text: Mother gave to you,\n start_ms: 86660\n end_ms: 90550\n- text: the muffled whispers bleeding true.\n start_ms: 90550\n end_ms: 97590\n- text: And it doesn't matter how\n start_ms: 97590\n end_ms: 100920\n- text: what kind of eyes your looking through.\n start_ms: 100920\n end_ms: 104960\n- text: Do you see our Mother's dying?\n start_ms: 104960\n end_ms: 109270\n- text: Here's a picture for you.\n start_ms: 109270\n end_ms: 116350\n- text: I wanna paint this picture for you!\n start_ms: 116350\n end_ms: 122700\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 122700\n end_ms: 148560\n- text: With every black choking for breath\n start_ms: 148560\n end_ms: 151200\n- text: and every inch closer to death.\n start_ms: 151200\n end_ms: 156380\n- text: Her hands are held out for you.\n start_ms: 156380\n end_ms: 160690\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 160690\n end_ms: 201530\n- text: (solo)\n start_ms: 201530\n end_ms: 203560\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 203560\n end_ms: 237000\n- text: You said the reasons\n start_ms: 237000\n end_ms: 241670\n- text: we're in the cities that we all made\n start_ms: 241670\n end_ms: 247850\n- text: was that we rage our poor Mother.\n start_ms: 247850\n end_ms: 258830\n- text: Poor Mother.\n start_ms: 258830\n end_ms: 264580\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 264580\n end_ms: 267600\n- text: Poor Mother.\n start_ms: 267600\n end_ms: 272050\n- text: Now that she's leaving\n start_ms: 272050\n end_ms: 276820\n- text: and she's thrown off all that she gave,\n start_ms: 276820\n end_ms: 283070\n- text: we dig the grave\n start_ms: 283070\n end_ms: 285210\n- text: of our poor Mother!\n start_ms: 285210\n end_ms: 291860\n- text: The grass ain't growing\n start_ms: 291860\n end_ms: 296480\n- text: in my front yard, 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Poor Mother.\n Poor Mother.\n Now that she's leaving\n and she's thrown off all that she gave,\n we dig the grave\n of our poor Mother!\n The grass ain't growing\n in my front yard, no.\n Poor Mother.\n Poor Mother.\n Poor Mother.\n"},{"id":21289930,"name":"Mother","trackName":"Mother","artistName":"Blind Melon","albumName":"Early Demos","duration":338.364062,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"The skies have darkened\nAnd the seas have dried.\nYour honest ways have turned to lies.\nYour hands of promise\nTurned to hands of pain.\nYou take for granted the life that God create\nThe life that God created.\nThe frost and flowers\nMother gave to you,\nThe muffled whispers bleeding true.\nAnd it doesn't matter how\nWhat kind of eyes your looking through.\nDo you see our Mother's dying?\nHere's a picture for you.\nI wanna paint this picture for you!\n\nWith every black choking for breath\nAnd every inch closer to death.\nHer hands are held out for you.\n\n(Solo)\n\nYou 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choking for breath\n And every inch closer to death.\n Her hands are held out for you.\n\n (Solo)\n\n You said the reasons\n We're in the cities that we all made\n Was that we rage our poor Mother.\n Poor Mother.\n Poor Mother.\n Now that she's leaving\n And she's thrown off all that she gave,\n We dig the grave\n Of our poor Mother!\n The grass ain't growing\n In my front yard, no.\n Poor Mother.\n Poor Mother.\n Poor Mother.\n \"\n"},{"id":20664781,"name":"Mother","trackName":"Mother","artistName":"Blind Melon","albumName":"Early Demos","duration":341.002449,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"The skies have darkened\nAnd the seas have dried.\nYour honest ways have turned to lies.\nYour hands of promise\nTurned to hands of pain.\nYou take for granted the life that God create\nThe life that God created.\nThe frost and flowers\nMother gave to you,\nThe muffled whispers bleeding true.\nAnd it doesn't matter how\nWhat kind of eyes your looking through.\nDo you see our Mother's dying?\nHere's a picture for you.\nI wanna paint this picture for you!\n\nWith every black choking for breath\nAnd every inch closer to death.\nHer hands are held out for you.\n\n(Solo)\n\nYou said the reasons\nWe're in the cities that we all made\nWas that we rage our poor Mother.\nPoor Mother.\nPoor Mother.\nNow that she's leaving\nAnd she's thrown off all that she gave,\nWe dig the grave\nOf our poor Mother!\nThe grass ain't growing\nIn my front yard, no.\nPoor Mother.\nPoor Mother.\nPoor Mother.\n\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Mother\n artist: Blind Melon\n album: Early Demos\n duration_ms: 341002\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n \"The skies have darkened\n And the seas have dried.\n Your honest ways have turned to lies.\n Your hands of promise\n Turned to hands of pain.\n You take for granted the life that God create\n The life that God created.\n The frost and flowers\n Mother gave to you,\n The muffled whispers 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