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Christchurch
04:39
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letter arrived
in strange handwriting
cut to erase
what we have done
you thought I didn’t
mind just a little
poison on my tongue
what does the sea
feel like, sound like
is the sunshine warm
on her face
I miss my friend, the girl
where are you
keeping her these days
In Christchurch
Hosanna!
In Christchurch
Hosanna she lives
this memory
a bolt of laughter
cut from the stalk
still the roots
keep drawing water
some secret flower
blooming in a loop
In Christchurch
Hosanna!
In Christchurch
Hosannah she lives
out where she’s swimming
the sun is rising
still cold and dark
on my side
there it is summer
she’s living under
quietly beneath
the smirking curve of the world
(sunrise! tomorrow!
her heart beats! tomorrow!
o glory, her heartbeat
is out there still)
I’ll set someone working night and day to watch over her
someone I’ll forget so that I won’t know either of us
if it happens that years from now I pass us in
the bustle of any busy city street
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2. |
Strange Names
04:22
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I dreamed a woman was singing this song
her words were softer than the ones I’d seen
she was fine and she was kind to me
I had to ask her, would you please tell me
What’s that strange name you keep calling me?
What’s that strange name you keep calling me?
Love
She said Love
I found that woman in my old friend
she saw the man that I was meant to be
she led me home and we got married
and when I’m spinning down I beg her tell me
What’s that strange name you keep calling me?
What’s that strange name you keep calling me?
Love
She says Love
my woman and I, we had a son
his mind was troubled by the things he’d see
he saw loneliness coming
he saw me watching him and then he asked me
What’s that strange name you keep calling me?
What’s that strange name you keep calling me?
Love
I said Love
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Slow Mountain
03:57
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they are your friends
they are your neighbors
the hungry eyes
the reaching fingers
stock up on food
stock up on water
forget your job
it doesn’t matter
there’s a slow mountain on the avenue tonight
leaving cold bodies in the pools of yellow light
lock your doors and windows and turn out your lights
lock your doors and windows and turn out your lights
a baseball bat
a sawed-off shotgun
a first aid kit
if you have got one
I never liked
that many people
now I am right
to be judgmental
there’s a slow mountain on the avenue tonight
leaving cold bodies in the pools of yellow light
lock your doors and windows and turn out your lights
lock your doors and windows and turn out your lights
we got in shape
learned to be patient
we’d gotten fat
we’d been complacent
I like my life
I feel efficient
I don’t miss laws
or television
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Angel In The Snow
02:47
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5. |
One Of My Own
05:25
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you, you drive me crazy
make me lazy, today
you try my patience
it's just wasted on you
even though baby, I love you
like you was one of my own
baby, I love you
like you was one of my own
we're just like water, or mercury
but this is a desert, and I've got places to be
but baby, I love you
like you was one of my own
baby, I love you
like you was one of my own
been thinking about getting out of here
I'm not taking you, I'm not taking you
with me, baby
and I'm not coming home, I'm not coming home
til it's done
til it's done
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6. |
Sarsaparilla
05:17
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you know it's cruel to ask a friend to do
something for you, oh you know he can't do
I didn't even see it, I didn't even know
even when we mean it, I can't even taste it
it's just a sky to me
no, no, it's just a tightrope game to me
no, no, but not with you, baby I shouldn't try
it's just too far down
oh, I'm alright it's just a little scratch
it's just a little patch of ice I hit
I get being on it, it's just I couldn't see it all yet
and all I can offer is never coming
but what you can keep is not enough
hey, baby doll
dadadada
I'm having to shoot my way out of this saloon
and I just wanted some sarsaparilla, and to get out of the sun
sweet, sweet baby child
come dancin' it's a late night tonight
I think I'll make it a sunshine kind of bright
I like the way you set your forearm
against my chest like a sly flamenco cat
ladadadadada
time to go now, time to nip it in the bud
it's kinda slow now, but it won't matter later, hon
forget having had it, it’s time to get back to being wanted
oh my love, I'm having to shoot my way out of this saloon
and I just wanted some sarsaparilla, and to get out of the sun
ooh, sarsaparilla
ah, sarsaparilla
back into
back into
back into
back into the sun
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