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Letty
 
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Reply Sat 19 Mar, 2005 04:19 pm
Thanks, ehBeth. I know that I can now access any song from Ian and Sylvia that I choose. They are truly good and articulate in their harmony, but more importantly, they are a part of the music culture which dys so expressly explained.
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Letty
 
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Reply Sat 19 Mar, 2005 04:25 pm
Well, Bethie, I can certainly identify with that song. I'll wager that many of our listeners can. Do you know that even though the duo sings about Canada, I can see the River Road of my early years?

Thanks, Canajun.
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ehBeth
 
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Reply Sat 19 Mar, 2005 04:30 pm
Miss Letty, the only fan letter I've ever written is to the producer, Holger Peterson, who started Stony Plain Records which handles Ian Tyson's work, as well as some of the individual efforts of the members of Quartette.

Traditional folk, blues, jazz, country - an amazing musical intersection to my ear.

http://www.stonyplainrecords.com/Web/about_us.asp

Their artist list just makes me swoon (they also distribute Asleep at the Wheel here)

http://www.stonyplainrecords.com/Web/artists.asp
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Letty
 
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Reply Sat 19 Mar, 2005 04:44 pm
A musical intersection! caught up in that phrase, Beth. I think I understand now why so many, many commercials have varied genres of music behind their messages. They are aiming for an exploding audience.

Thank you, honey.

Well, listeners, I think we may be getting closer to our original intent here on WA2K radio.

I am so grateful to you all for allowing Letty to be a part of your culture.
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dyslexia
 
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Reply Sat 19 Mar, 2005 04:46 pm
in a similar vein I remember this tune by Tim Buckley;(another old fav of mine from days gone by)
Morning Glory
I lit my purest candle
close to my window
hoping it would catch the eye
of any vagabond who had passed it by
and I waited in my fleeting house

Before he came
I felt him drawing near
Asked him in
I felt the ancient fear
that he had come to my door and jeered
and I waited in my fleeting house

Tell me stories, I called to the hobo
Stories of Cold, I smiled to the hobo
Stories of old, I knelt to the hobo
and he stood before me
in my fleeting house.

No, said the hobo
no more tales of time
don't ask me now to wash away the grime
I can't come in 'cause
it's too hard a climb
and he walked away from my fleeting house

Then you'll be damned
I screamed to the hobo
Leave me alone, I wept to the hobo
Turn into stone, I knelt to the hobo
and he walked away from my fleeting house

I lit my purest candle
Close to my window
hoping it would catch the eye
of any vagabond who passed it by
and I waited in my fleeting house
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dyslexia
 
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Reply Sat 19 Mar, 2005 04:52 pm
and of course this Tim Buckley:
No Man Can Find The War

Photographs of guns and flame
Scarlet skull and distant game
Bayonet and jungle grin
Nightmares dreamed by bleeding men
Lookouts tremble on the shore
But no man can find the war

Tape recorders echo scream
Orders fly like bullet stream
Drums and cannons laugh aloud
Whistles come from ashen shroud
Leaders damn the world and roar
But no man can find the war

Is the war across the sea?
Is the war behind the sky?
Have you each and all gone blind:
Is the war inside your mind?

Humans weep at human death
All the talkers lose their breath
Movies paint a chaos tale
Singers see and poets wail
All the world kows the score
But no man can find the war
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Letty
 
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Reply Sat 19 Mar, 2005 05:14 pm
dys, I am stunned at how prophetic those two songs are.

Listeners, can't you just imagine those of us who feel that by feeding the poor we have done what needs doing. When charity is rejected, it results in a fury that only one small candle can reflect.

and know man can find war..........................................

Perhaps an urban legend, perhaps not. I once read long ago that drugs were insinuated into the hippy culture because of the fear that they were right. Tim Buckley may or may not verify this.

How DOES a man profit if he gains the whole world only to lose his soul?

Well, those of you who are still with us on WA2K radio, hang in and don't touch that dial.
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djjd62
 
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Reply Sat 19 Mar, 2005 05:21 pm
Letty wrote:


Several of the vast audience here at WA2K has expressed displeasure with the site and although I can see rudeness in some forums, such as politics, etc. I am at a loss to understand quite what they mean.


part of the natural ebb and flow of message boards

and speaking of ebb and flow

here's a little tune by the beautiful south

Let Go With The Flow
The Beautiful South

The superfly guy that you're courting now
Used to be a super-swot
And the clothes he thinks look retro
Are more 'Land That Time Forgot'
And if he knows where he was standing
When J.F.K was shot
Chances are though time's passed him by
He's still standing within yards of that spot

So if your hangover feels like the dart board
Whilst the Christians hit bulls-eye
And paranoia that self-employer
Is following in heavy disguise

Off goes intelligence to join high tide
To drift with all the things we let go
Only tidal wave could possibly save
All we let go with the flow
Let go with the flow
Books we may have written, we don't know
Let go with the flow
Some enchanted city we wont go

He who used to float like a butterfly once
Is floating like a glorious moth
And the flygirls you hung around with then
Are lucky if they even take off
Dresses and skirts you thought were in
Everyone a dust-rag or dishcloth
Like every flat beer that they serve around here
We all start life as fabulous froth

So why do you work yourself that hard
When you don't even like the job?
Why do you hate the small-time thief
When it's your own time you'll always rob?

Off goes intelligence to join high tide
To drift with all the things we let go
Only tidal wave could possibly save
All we let go with the flow
Let go with the flow
Books we may have written, we don't know
Let go with the flow
Some enchanted city we wont go


and speaking of flo and eddie

here's a little tune from the turtles, a thought i think reflects our little group here

Happy Together

Imagine me and you, I do
I think about you day and night, it's only right
To think about the girl you love and hold her tight
So happy together

If I should call you up, invest a dime
And you say you belong to me and ease my mind
Imagine how the world could be, so very fine
So happy together

I can't see me lovin' nobody but you
For all my life
When you're with me, baby the skies'll be blue
For all my life

Me and you and you and me
No matter how they toss the dice, it has to be
The only one for me is you, and you for me
So happy together

I can't see me lovin' nobody but you
For all my life
When you're with me, baby the skies'll be blue
For all my life

Me and you and you and me
No matter how they toss the dice, it has to be
The only one for me is you, and you for me
So happy together

Ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba
Ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba

Me and you and you and me
No matter how they toss the dice, it has to be
The only one for me is you, and you for me
So happy together

So happy together
How is the weather
So happy together
We're happy together
So happy together
Happy together
So happy together
So happy together (ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba)
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ehBeth
 
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Reply Sat 19 Mar, 2005 05:25 pm
Thanks for that toe-tapper, head-swayer, finger-snapper, djjd.
If I sang in public, I'd sing that.

Well, I'd sing it with you kids, anytime.
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Diane
 
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Reply Sat 19 Mar, 2005 05:40 pm
djjd62--perfect song for this little group!
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Letty
 
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Reply Sat 19 Mar, 2005 05:41 pm
as will I, Beth.

and remember, listeners, the individuals on this radio station bring to us their own unique experience tempered by each setting event in their lives.
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panzade
 
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Reply Sat 19 Mar, 2005 05:45 pm
Quite a convergence as we were discussing Ian & Sylvia on the Songs That Tell Stories thread
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Diane
 
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Reply Sat 19 Mar, 2005 05:53 pm
Really like Go With the Flow! True words.

Here, from the weather lady:

Beatles's Lyrics - Here Comes The Sun Lyrics
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,
And I say it's all right

Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter
Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
And I say it's all right

Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces
Little darling, it seems like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
And I say it's all right

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...

Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting
Little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,
And I say it's all right
It's all right
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Sat 19 Mar, 2005 05:54 pm
All My Heroes Are Dead
By Dar Williams

Copyright 1992 Burning Field Music (ASCAP)

You gotta admit Life magazine made 1968 look great,
My father said it sucked, everybody died.
All the troops you couldn't save, no one knew how to be brave,
He said sometimes you were afraid to turn your radio on.
It was enough to make you quit that peacenick scene.
Well I heard about leaders, yeah I heard they're no longer around,
Cause peace was abandoned, and bravery hanged in his town.
And they passed down a sentence for building on the beauty of some dream.

All my heroes are dead, I got them in my head, saying
Never again, never a war, no more fighting.
So I'll stay true to them, and they'll come home again,
I'll carry the light, follow the dream, I'll remember.

The '68 convention was a singing the times they are a-changing,
Well I guess they a-changed back.
Oh I miss those peaceful folk, love and humor when they spoke, hey
Phil Ochs you still sound great, should've stuck around to hear it.
They say that compact disc makes songs come true.
But Phil I never expected that I'd miss you like a friend,
Cause I never expected that we'd be marching again.
And the soldiers of peace would tumble from this life as in a war.

All my heroes are dead, and all the books I read,
Said "This is greed, this is wrong, fight your war at home".
So I'll stay true to them, and they'll come home again,
I'll carry the light, follow the dream, I'll remember.

So back to the present passion, romance, love, or simply
put a lack thereof.
Shall we go on?
I don't take it personally, it's our post-modern history,
You know since Nixon was impeached it's just been hard to commit,
So we cast our allegance left and right.
But I always believed that our souls would come through.
So I never expected that you'd take her home with you.
And I never detected, how hardened and not sorry you
could be. Don't you know?
All our heroes are dead, we got ourselves instead.
And oh my friend, all your lies, they won't do you.
You gotta stay true to them, and they'll come home again,
I miss them too, I miss them too, you know I miss them
more than I love you.
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Letty
 
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Reply Sat 19 Mar, 2005 06:14 pm
edgar, I feel the last line of that song.

Diane, what a great way to see meteorology.

Well, panz, as I said. "Like minded people." <smile>

Now, I must leave for a moment.
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Sat 19 Mar, 2005 07:28 pm
I lifted this bit of doggerel from the Spontaneous Poems thread.
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in the graveyard of billions of phones
sans dial and the dreaded busy tones
there's a dynamic at work
of gluttens gone all berserk
and when some aliens rovers chance here to land
they'll marvel at the texture and depth of the sand
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Sat 19 Mar, 2005 07:52 pm
1848 Wyatt Earp, Western lawman/gunfighter/gambler (Monmouth, IL; died 1881)

This post by Raggedyaggie looked wrong to me as I recalled Wyatt Earp Dying in California in 1929 in the presence of Tom Mix and William S. Hart. I checked some sites and came up with this info.


19 Mar 1848 Wyatt Earp (son of Nicholas Earp [lawyer/farmer] and Virginia Earp) was born in Monmouth, Illinois at 406 South Third Street (at his mother's sister's home). Wyatt was given the name of his father's Army captain.

1850 When Wyatt was two years old, the family moved to Iowa.

Wyatt's older brothers, James and Virgil, went off to fight in the Civil War for the Union. Story goes that Wyatt tried to run away and join the Army, but his father caught him in a corn field and took him back to the house.

1864 Nicholas Earp left the army, and the family went to San Bernardino, California, where Nicholas bought a ranch.

In his early adulthood, Wyatt married and his wife died shortly after of Typhoid fever. Wyatt was devastated and went off and got into some trouble for horse stealing.

He became a stagecoach driver and traveled to Los Angeles, CA and Prescott, Arizona.

He did some buffalo hunting for some time, and that is where he supposedly met Bat Masterson.

1868 Wyatt went to work for the Union Pacific Railroad in Wyoming.

1870 Wyatt traveled to Illinois, then to Oklahoma, then to Kansas City.

1873 Wyatt was in Ellsworth, Kansas.

1874 Wyatt Earp went to Wichita, Kansas.

1876 Wyatt went to Dodge City, Kansas.

Fall 1879 Wyatt Earp and others (Morgan Earp, Virgil Earp) journeyed by horseback down to Tombstone, Arizona.

1879/1881 At Tombstone, Arizona Wyatt Earp invested in a new Oriental Saloon venture, and he sent for his friends to work there.

26 Oct 1881 OK Corral Gunfight at Tombstone, Arizona

March 1882 Ike Clanton attempted to kill Wyatt and Morgan while they were playing pool. Morgan Earp was killed. Wyatt killed Frank Stilwell. Wyatt became a wanted man and was being hunted by Sheriff John Behan.

1882 Wyatt headed to Colorado with Doc Holliday. Wyatt Earp was in Silverton, Colorado following his famed gunfight at the OK Corral.

He traveled to San Diego where he bought and sold real estate.

He went on a series of adventures with Josephine Marcus after Tombstone.

He went to Alaska to prospect/mining for gold.

Wyatt Earp eventually wound up in California working in the motion picture business.

13 Jan 1929 Wyatt Earp (age 80) died in downtown Los Angeles, California, 47 years 2 months 18 days after the OK Corral gunfight.
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Letty
 
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Reply Sat 19 Mar, 2005 07:54 pm
edgar, was that yours? It's good. I like the line:

They'll marvel at the texture and depth of the sand.

I suppose that eoe has left us. Perhaps she is watching The Ten Commandments.<smile> There an interesting item on the news tonight about Ted Turner, referred to as The Mouth of the South. Regardless of what we think of him, he probably conquered space before Neil Armstrong.

Well, listeners, at least I found out why gozmo left, and that Francis will swim the English Channel.

And in the background a declaration about Bill Gates. The Geeks shall inherit the earth... Laughing
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Letty
 
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Reply Sat 19 Mar, 2005 08:04 pm
Oops, I won't even try and edit my mistake after that bit of history, Bob.

Would you believe, listeners, that Anthony Quinn is being featured tonight on Larry King? His widow said that he never did anything quietly. I believe that.

Well, WA2K listeners. I must leave and see to the things that are pressing.
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djjd62
 
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Reply Sat 19 Mar, 2005 08:25 pm
just some songs i've been thinking about lately

He Went To Paris
Jimmy Buffett

He went to paris lookin' for answers
To questions that bothered him so
He was impressive, young and aggressive
Savin' the world on his own

But the warm summer breezes
The french wines and cheeses
Put his ambition at bay
The summers and winters
Scattered like splinters
And four or five years slipped away

Then he went to england, played the piano
And married an actress named kim
They had a fine life, she was a good wife
And bore him a young son named jim

And all of the answers and all of the questions
Locked in his attic one day
'cause he liked the quiet clean country livin'
And twenty more years slipped away

Well the war took his baby, the bombs killed his lady
And left him with only one eye
His body was battered, his whole world was shattered
And all he could do was just cry

While the tears were a-fallin' he was recallin'
Answers he never found
So he hopped on a freighter, skidded the ocean
And left england without a sound

Now he lives in the islands, fishes the pilin's
And drinks his green label each day
Writing his memoirs, losin' his hearin'
But he don't care what most people say

Through eighty-six years of perpetual motion
If he likes you he'll smile and he'll say
Jimmy, some of it's magic, some of it's tragic
But I had a good life all the way

Coda:
And he went to paris lookin' for answers
To questions that bothered him so


You're My Best Friend
Queen

Ooh you make me live
Whatever this world can give to me
It's you you're all I see
Ooo you make me live now honey
Ooo you make me live

Ooh you're the best friend that I ever had
I've been with you such a long time
You're my sunshine and I want you to know
That my feelings are true
I really love you
Oh you're my best friend

Ooo you make me live

Ooh I've been wandering round
But I still come back to you
In rain or shine
You've stood by me girl
I'm happy at home
You're my best friend

Ooo you make me live
Whenever this world is cruel to me
I got you to help me forgive
Ooo you make me live now honey
Ooo you make me live

You're the first one
When things turn out bad
You know I'll never be lonely
You're my only one
And I love the things
I really love the things that you do
You're my best friend

Ooo you make me live

I'm happy at home
You're my best friend
Oh you're my best friend
Ooo you make me live
You you're my best friend



Come Sail Away
Styx

I'm sailing away, set an open course for the virgin sea
I've got to be free, free to face the life that's ahead of me
On board, I'm the captain, so climb aboard
We'll search for tomorrow on every shore
And I'll try, oh lord, I'll try to carry on

I look to the sea, reflections in the waves spark my memory
Some happy, some sad
I think of childhood friends and the dreams we had
We live happily forever, so the story goes
But somehow we missed out on that pot of gold
But we'll try best that we can to carry on

A gathering of angels appeared above my head
They sang to me this song of hope, and this is what they said
They said come sail away, come sail away
Come sail away with me
Come sail away, come sail away
Come sail away with me

I thought that they were angels, but to my surprise
They climbed aboard their starship and headed for the skies
Singing come sail away, come sail away
Come sail away with me
Come sail away, come sail away
Come sail away with me


The Crying Scene
Aztec Camera

We were two in a million,
Stars like the ones in the sky,
A love scene and a vision,
We saw the world and we waved goodbye.
Watched the fireworks falling,
We kissed and innocence died.
The sound of certainty calling,
A world that wouldn't be satisfied.

You only get one hit, that's the beauty of it,
What's the good in crying?
It's always been that way, at the end of the day,
You gotta keep on trying.
Life's a one take movie and I don't care what it means,
I'm saving up my tears for the crying scene.

Tears fall and they haunt me,
The sad words of a song,
It's like necessity wants me,
Sometimes I long just to belong.
I dream of demons and money,
I see the straights in the rain,
I gotta keep on movin',
Before they drag me down again...

You only get one hit, that's the beauty of it,
What's the good in crying?
It's always been that way, at the end of the day,
You gotta keep on trying.
Life's a one take movie and I don't care what it means,
I'm saving up my tears for the crying scene.



Summons In The Morning
Weddings Parties Anything

I looked down the street it was bitter quiet,
A gentle rain was falling all around,
I looked at the brick wall, it was destitute,
An uglier piece of architecture you have never found.
So I produced a poster from my overcoat,
A paintbrush, a bucket full of glue,
I stuck a poster on the barren wall,
It looked so fine but then a voice said, "We've got news for you..."
"Son, it's too late and I don't want a debate,
There is no way you can get off with a warning.
Son, don't be dense! You know it's an offence
And you must expect a summons in the morning."
I said, "Are you mad? Perhaps you're just unwell.
Could it be your quota's looking meagre?"
He said, "Just you watch your tongue or we'll have you in the cell."
The junior constable she looked so eager,
I said, "Why don't you go find some axe murderer?
Someone you can chase and apprehend?
Anyone can see that we are meaning little harm,
Anyone can see that what we do does not offend."
But he said, "Son, it's too late and I don't want a debate,
There is no way you can get off with a warning.
Son, don't be dense! You know it's an offence
And you must expect a summons in the morning."
So I just stay home and watch my telly now,
My postering, I have given it away.
Pneumonia costs nothing, but I can't pay the fines,
My bank balance been frittered all away.
And to the visuals of the city I'll not contribute,
Though I am poorer now but still no wiser.
And if the boys in blue they had their way with Collingwood,
We might as well be living in Geelong or Mt. Eliza!
He said "Son, it's too late and I don't want a debate,
There is no way you can get off with a warning.
Son, don't be dense! You know it's an offence
And you must expect a summons in the morning"
And you must expect a summons in the morning


Everything's On Fire
Hunters And Collectors

If I don't come home before midnight
And I call out your name in the dark
You'll know that I've been tempted
And I'll know that I've got no heart
And I'll know I won't be expected
And you'll think we're drifting apart
And I might as well be blowing at the top of the world
When my fingers find your body in the dark
Everything's on fire
Everything's on fire
So if I don't come home before midnight
And I can't find the keyhole in the dark
Burn the place down
Make it glow like christmas
The tenderness that's burning in my heart
Everything's on fire
Everything's on fire...
If you can't open your eyes in the morning
If some maniac has been and left his mark
I'll be round to sift through the cinders
Lift the lid and take the thing apart
Everything's on fire
Everything's on fire
Everything's on fire
Everything's on fire...
So to all you feelers and fumblers
Waiting for the fireworks to start
Do it now--blow it up yourself
Unbutton the butcher in your heart
And if I don't come home before midnight
And I can't find the keyhole in the dark
You'll know, you'll know that I've been tempted
You'll know, you'll know we're drifting apart
Everything's on fire (x12)



Window Shopping For Blinds
The Beautiful South

One day I'm loaded, next day I'm broke
Spent all my money on whisky and coke
Riding high 'till the rock hit the spoke
It's like window shopping for blinds

Spent all my money on a sunbed tan
Spoke the best that a young girl can
Ended up with a blind drunk man
It's like window shopping for blinds

It's like the heartbreak hotel,
with the heartbreak but nowhere to stay
The doors are shut on us,
the neon light fading to grey

They say I drink too much, to me, well that's just profound
How do you know you can't swim, until you have drowned?

Well there's always a drop in the bottle lady
Always a sip of the wine
The glass doesn't seem quite so empty
When window shopping for blinds

It's like gatecrashing a field, that's not true,
they've a harvest they yield
Save your tears for your evening meal,
when you're window shopping for blinds

One day you're sober, next day you're not
One day remembered, the next day forgot
Spent all my money on cocaine and pot
It's like window shopping for blinds

Covered in bruises from head to toe
No-one to speak to, and nowhere to go
A map of nowhere, and nowhere I know
It's like window shopping for blinds

It's like the heartbreak hotel,
with the heartbreak but nowhere to stay
The doors are shut on us,
the neon light fading to grey

They say I drink too much, to me, well that's just profound
How do you know you can't swim, until you have drowned?

Well there's always a drop in the bottle lady
Always a sip of the wine
The glass doesn't seem quite so empty
When window shopping for blinds

But what if my husband should come?
Well tell me what have you done?
I've cherished my vodka, I've cherished my rum
Don't mind us, we're just licking our wounds in the sun

It's like writing 'I love you' in snow
You know when you write it the message will go
I want a message my lover will find
Don't mind us, we're just window shopping for blinds
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