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Three streets off the grid, we were barely kids
But we were old enough to drink in Louisiana
We listened to âThe King Must Dieâ, âOn the Willowsâ drank the wine
We could afford from the work study manna
Were were young but not that young
To be cutting our fingers and mixing our blood
Climbing the fence of the St. Louis cemetery
We caught on my heartâs desire
Big as the 1788 fire
Put on little quennie and bring me another whiskey
Elizabeth, the last I heard, youâre in Savannah
You got married after art school happily
I didnât want to look you up, Iâm pretty sure itâs just enough
That I remember you fondly
I didnât have a car, but I did have a guitar
And I played to my advantage when you let me
I only stayed 2 years, but it still appears
After all of this time the memories still get me
I was young but not that young
To be tied in a knot that was coming undone
The spooks and haunts that vexed me veiled my eyes
It was always dark back then
It was always 3 am
I shake my head to think I made it out alive
Out at night under the lights
Some band is singing a memory
Everybody hits record to play it back over time
But when I look back on our dance
I only wanna hear that music once
And remember it forever in my mind
- Album:
- One Lost Day
- Beauty Queen Sister
- Holly Happy Days
- Poseidon And The Bitter Bug
- Despite Our Differences
- All That We Let In
- Become You
- Come On Now Social
- Shaming Of The Sun
- 1200 Curfews
- Swamp Ophelia
- Rites Of Passage
- Nomads Indians Saints
- 12000 Curfews Part 2
- Miscellaneous
- Lilith Fair - A Celebration of Women in Music, Vol. 1 (Live)
- Rites Of Passage (Expanded Edition)
- Rarities
- Fishtails
- Happy In The Sorrow Key