vit wrote:
I never get that far. The trite lyrics kill it before it gets started.
I disagree. The lyrics may not be to your liking, but they're definitely not trite:
The town where she was born, like the town where I was born,
Was built by white settlers seeking gold and other treasures
Like me she feels uncomfortable in the clothing of her ancestors
It's not easy she would say, ripping her fingers into the ashtray
It's not easy to erase your blood
Rock me now (sing with me),
In the arms of cobwebs
Roll me out,
In the arms of cobwebs
Once she found a man to treasure and together
They planted flowers of warning fearing frost
Late on shallow evenings while their enemies slept
They hammered the soil asking for answers in cream
His value declined when he offered his name
Why did he offer? His value declined,
When he offered his name
His value declined,
When he offered his name
(...through the ally-ways. blaming it on the dump-truck, blaming it on the fuel.
transient, transient, everybody owes gotta be livin off the dump-truck, livin off the fuel)
When she was seven years old she saw a man get shot but,
No one came for a long time because
It happened in a remote parking lot in Las Vegas
And she was waiting for her mom to come back
From working the blackjack table at the Circus Circus casino
And that night her mom said the two of them and the now dead guy
Were the only three people that ever really lived in Las Vegas
Everybody else just arrived,
Ate their complementary shrimp cocktail, and left.
Rock me now,
In the arms of cobwebs
It's a one-room city here,
It's a one-room city here
(So can you roll me) roll me out,
In the arms of cobwebs
(It's a one-room city here)
His value declined,
When he offered his name
You rent a one-room city here,
It's a one-room city here
The wall to wall to wall to wall
Go street to street to street.
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