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I've been listening to a lot of Guy Clark
He's a little country, a little twang
He's got a song called The Dublin Blues
That sometimes I will play
After I get home from dinner and drinks
And things are moving slow
And now I'm making a list of things I would tell you
If you hadn't let me go.
And I've been reading Philip Roth
He's got one hell of a pen
You didn't like him the first time around
But you ought to try him again
Yeah, but all book pages are black and white
And I'm feeling pretty grey
And I'm making a list of things I would tell you
If only you had stayed
Oh, I'm walking slow by the mailbox
Hoping for a word
Oh, something like,
"Darling I'm sorry, this ain't what you deserve"
Now, I've been planting a few little flowers
And I'm baking my own bread
And I go running every morning
To try and clear my head
Yeah but the flowers froze,
And my bread won't rise
And the running's just for show
And I'm making a list of things I would tell you
If you hadn't let me go
I'm making a list of things I would tell you
If you hadn't let me go
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Hibernation
02:32
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A river always knows exactly where it's flowin'
Every twist and turn is memorized, never breaking stride
But I don't know where I'm headed or just quite where I'm goin'
If I drift off to new horizons, it's just my foolish pride
And am I drifting off to new horizons or floating back to you?
And this warbler that I'm watching will always know where home is
It's something deep inside of him that leads to where he's from
But I am lacking instinct and any semblance of direction
No flock of friends to follow but this melody to hum.
And a burly mother bear comes lumbering towards the cabin
She's on the hunt for salmon, then she'll sleep winterlong
If I had slept all winter, I wouldn't have lived this nightmare
If I had slept all winter, I wouldn't be this strong
And am I drifting off to new horizons or floating back to you
Back to you, back to you
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Roanoke
03:26
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I know your mother tongue
And I'll sing along with my broken lungs
And your boats sailed but they came back
You stepped foot on the shore
Left the same bootprints that you did before
And you ran to see your newborn child
But this is Roanoke, this is Roanoke, this is Roanoke.
To scream "Where have they gone"
With world weary eyes redder than the sick sad dawn
Won't do a thing to bring them back
So move your mind on soon
Pay no heed to blue eyed indians running barefoor neath a harvest moon
Cause they aren't yours anymore
Because this is Roanoke, this is Roanoke, this is Roanoke
And I step foot through my door
See the ashtray and bottles from the night before
But it's bare as the cold Virginia shore.
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To Conclude...
02:24
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I don't know where you learned how to grow up
But they didn't raise you like they raised me
You must have burned a thousand ants 'neath a magnifying glass
While I was reading books and climbing trees
And when I'm eating lunch and I see you on the street
I can hear you sighing in my ear
And the question remains like the cold winter rain
Is that how you treat somebody after the years?
And in my year long fever dream you hate your next door neighbor
Because she's got a sweet spot for my songs
So when she starts to playing this one I hope it makes your floorboards rumble
I hope my words will keep you up till dawn
You stand a head shorter than me
So it doesn't hurt as much when you fall
But I can't always pick myself up
Dust myself off
So I'm glad I didn't give it my all.
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Ben Fisher Seattle, Washington
Does the Land Remember Me?
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