Wilderness
from Imboden Hoxie by Lakesigns
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Two days gone
And your face is wrong
It's twisted and it's smeared in my head
A Friday drive and a night so long
In my dreams, all there is is dead
Come one come all
Come big and small
Hurry up and don't miss the train
Cause tides and smiles and silver turnstiles
They teach us that we, we're all the same
Cracks of laughs and photographs
Only serve to keep the flame
But twice a week when you look at me
You send me down that road again
So go alone, sit by coffin-stones
Get your act down the road and run
Go sit by the lake, go and lie in wait
For the knife that's never going to come
Make me as frozen as a backlit northern dawn
Put me to bed, but leave my boots on
I am tired, so tired
In the mind.
As I wait for the medicine to make its way
I can feel every single bone that's in my face
Cracked and battered, bruised and shattered
Just trying to see if they were real or they were fake
In hazy nights I stand 'neath shower lights
For an hour, and then, an hour more
My legs gets weak, wooden bones start to creak
If you stay in long enough and you let the water get warm
Well I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear
It can almost feel like, again, you're being born.
And your face is wrong
It's twisted and it's smeared in my head
A Friday drive and a night so long
In my dreams, all there is is dead
Come one come all
Come big and small
Hurry up and don't miss the train
Cause tides and smiles and silver turnstiles
They teach us that we, we're all the same
Cracks of laughs and photographs
Only serve to keep the flame
But twice a week when you look at me
You send me down that road again
So go alone, sit by coffin-stones
Get your act down the road and run
Go sit by the lake, go and lie in wait
For the knife that's never going to come
Make me as frozen as a backlit northern dawn
Put me to bed, but leave my boots on
I am tired, so tired
In the mind.
As I wait for the medicine to make its way
I can feel every single bone that's in my face
Cracked and battered, bruised and shattered
Just trying to see if they were real or they were fake
In hazy nights I stand 'neath shower lights
For an hour, and then, an hour more
My legs gets weak, wooden bones start to creak
If you stay in long enough and you let the water get warm
Well I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear
It can almost feel like, again, you're being born.
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Imboden Hoxie, track
released 23 August 2011
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