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Sunday, July 02, 2006

When in Doubt, Spin


Box of Rain


Are You My Friend?

Now somewhere between the plastic dog ear flaps of the kitchen screen door
Rests a little gypsy moth, it got burned out from the war
It was a big one, the war that is, it was a Sunday afternoon
The gypsy was held prisoner by the screen door from the moon

Now somewhere between the dog food and the moth in the kitchen screen door
I fell in love with the gypsy, so I signed up for the war
It was a big one, the moth that is, she was the size of a baby raccoon
I pulled down the plastic prison walls and we danced in the light of the moon

Well she knows nothing at all about life
Now she knows everything about living
She knows nothing at all about life
Yeah, she knows everything about living

She dipped and swirled and dove and twirled
And danced in celebration
We won the war of the kitchen screen door
And the gypsy’s liberation

It was a big one, the victory, and the sun gave way to the moon
Well we got drunk and she thanked me, and then we drank all afternoon

Now somewhere between the back porch and the yellowed light of the moon
which widow even wanders on a Sunday night in June
It was a big one, the spider that is, and she never even batted an eye
The gypsy flew into her web and uhh…

You know, sometimes it might be difficult to walk the street blind when you’re half in the bag and three sheets to the wind so to speak… but to fly?

Well she knows nothing at all about life
Now she knows everything about living
She knows nothing at all about life
Yeah, she knows everything about living


Do You Have a Backstage Pass?

2 comments:

Sansarya Caligari said...

All the years combine, they melt into a dream,
A broken angel sings from a guitar.
In the end theres just a song comes cryin up the night
Thru all the broken dreams and vanished years.
Stella blue. stella blue.

When all the cards are down, theres nothing left to see,
Theres just the pavement left and broken dreams.

In the end theres still that song comes cryin like the wind.
Down every lonely street thats ever been
Stella blue. stella blue.

Ive stayed in every blue-light cheap hotel, cant win for trying.
Dust off those rusty strings just one more time,
Gonna make them shine, shine

It all rolls into one and nothing comes for free,
Theres nothing you can hold, for very long.
And when you hear that song come crying like the wind,
It seems like all this life was just a dream.
Stella blue. stella blue.


The sun just slipped its note below my door
And I cant hide beneath my sheets
Ive read the words before so now I know
The time has come again for me

And Im feelin the same way all over again
Feelin the same way all over again
Singin the same lines all over again
No matter how much I pretend

Another day that I cant find my head
My feet dont look like theyre my own
Ill try and find the floor below to stand
And I hope I reach it once again

And Im feelin the same way...

AKA Robbie Dingo said...

There's somthing about this one? I don't know, it gets me every time... Big Thanks

 

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