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Gord Downie

Moonslow Yer Lashes

 

Moonslow Yer Lashes

(альбом: The Grand Bounce - 2010)


Where I am
No one makes a sound
No one makes a peep
No one opens their mouth to speak

Oh, the constant idling of winter work
Work I recognize and understand
No more, 'what-must-he-think?'
No more, 'I-think-he-thinks'
More, alone and idling in a van

Where I am
No one makes a sound
No one makes a peep
No one opens their mouth to speak

Oh, the constant sifting for material
Oh the constantly in my head
("Oh, ain't that uncanny, ain't that unnatural")
Taking everything to bed
While burgundy's crestfallen, she's outside herself
Saying, "Why do I do what I did?
When I get out of high level, when, not if
I'm just going to want to hold and smell and touch my kids

And dance-dance to their timeless trance
And dream-dream to the stone of their dreams
Go on little drunken astronauts, go
Far, straight, forgiving and brief
Forget the hawks, jaguars, the knife-lickers and creeps"

Where I am
No one makes a sound
No one makes a peep
No one opens their mouth to speak

Moonslow your eyelashes, fluttering above your cheeks
Moonslow your little lashes, please, go to sleep
Yeah please, go to sleep
Honey please, go to sleep

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