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Sarah
June - In Black Robes
CD 2010 | Silber 076 13 tracks, 39 minutes $12 ($14 international, $5 download (256 kbps, ~98 megs)) ~ Monsier Delire :
Listen to the track Cowboy
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and i woke up to a photo-negative landscape
and i reached over hoping to find
your familiar shape
and i took up smoking 'cuz i wanna
be a cowboy
i'm so tough i'm gonna self-destruct
it's poetry
i triple-tied my steeltoe boots 'cuz
i'm leaving
she says "what can i do?" i say "give
me a story worth believing"
you know you bend your words like
you bend a string
but hard as you try you can't bend
anything
and i woke up to a photo-negative landscape
and i reached over hoping to find
your familiar shape
and i took up smoking 'cuz i wanna
be a cowboy
i'm so tough i'm gonna self-destruct
it's poetry
and this is all i want, this is all
i need
the late afternoon stripes painting
stripes on the bed sheets
and i'm wearing nothing but a bath-towel-turban
and i'm closing my eyes to hear the
highway humming
and you know i like the way you wear
those ripped-up jeans
you know, i like that you know what
i mean when i say
"you are so utterly human"
but love is just timing and you were
a little too late
and i'm still trying to find that
river
so i can skate away
_______
in your chevrolet:
skull and bones
i'm alone
phone never rings
dial tone's lonely moan
is comforting
you got a diamond
i got a spade
you're gonna sparkle
i'm gonna dig a grave
and then pray
on my knees....
in your chevrolet
we drank tanqueray
'til the road and sky
had no horizon line
and you had a diamond
i had a spade
you're gonna sparkle
i'm gonna dig a grave
and then pray
on my knees....
(oh on my knees)
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'till you hit the pavement:
the highway is drawing me in
time's running out, the gravel's thin
time's running out, the gravel's thin
time's running out, the gravel's thin
time's running out, the gravel's thin
wanna catch a train, go down south
feel the summer wind in my mouth
the highway is drawing me in
time's running out, the gravel's thin
time's running out, the gravel's thin
time's running out, the gravel's thin
have we found perfection?
or just distractions?
i am a fraction of an inch from caving
in.
and those wheeling seasons
they grind down to the bone and then
they
spit you out and spin you 'round and
keep you up all night
this is what i look like, i've been
screaming in my sleep for six days
welcome to mass-confusion, all my
fine-lines have been frayed
have we found perfection?
or just distractions?
i am a fraction of an inch from caving
in.
i used to sum up life with one statement:
you don't know you're falling 'til
you hit the pavement
my life cracked open wide, wide, why?
am i caught between ground and sky
i am caught between ground and sky
we are all caught between ground and
sky.
have we found perfection?
or just distractions?
i am a fraction of an inch from caving
in.
the highway is drawing me in
time's running out, the gravel's thin
time's running out, the gravel's thin
time's running out, the gravel's thin
time's running out, the gravel's thin
_________
from my window high:
magnified
from my window high
i study you
while you tie your shoes
you don't see me
across the street
a convex lens
lets me in
and i love you more
than the girl on the second floor
i know she talks so sweet
but look how she shuffles her feet
she don't love you
draw a card
the queen of hearts
is this a sign
that you are entwined with me?
but i love you more
than the boy with the metal heart
i know he shines his shoes
but he can't sing the blues
he don't love you
magnified
from my window high
i study you
while you tie your shoes
_________
judgment day:
a hooded man with a bony hand
he pointed to me one day
before i knew there was no turning
back
i was on my way to judgment day
and now i'm just a lonely skeleton
in my coffin black
singin' love songs to the grim reaper
i hope he brings me back
oh yeah
'cuz i ain't all dead
no not in my head
and not in my soul
no i ain't all dead
no not in my head
i ain't gonna pay that toll
a hooded man with a bony hand
he pointed to me one day
before i knew there was no turning
back
i was on my way to judgment day
and now i'm just a lonely skeleton
in my coffin black
singin' love songs to the grim reaper
i hope he brings me back
oh yeah
'cuz i ain't all dead
no not in my head
and not in my soul
no i ain't all dead
no not in my head
i ain't gonna pay that toll
oh no
oh no