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[ar:Richard Lewis]
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Bruise Of Anemones
Richard Lewis
You are home on a saturday
[00:00.57]You're home on a saturday
[00:04.09]Not quite where you want to be
[00:06.53]The bruise of anemones
[00:09.31]The souvenirs of spring
[00:12.44]Something on the radio
[00:15.30]Tells you you don't want to go
[00:18.05]You hold it like the residue
[00:20.88]Of a summer you lost
[00:23.92]Something makes you want to stay
[00:26.70]It's nagging at the perfect day
[00:29.75]Afraid time will run away
[00:32.47]Before it's begun
[00:35.53]Home on a saturday
[00:38.30]Not sure where you want to be
[00:41.21]And all that you bring to me
[00:44.03]I once brought to you
[00:46.55]And it's hard when you don't want to go
[00:52.74]But the bird is already loose
[00:58.74]You feel that you'll never know
[01:04.45]The rules no one teaches you
[01:33.23]So you try you experiment
[01:36.72]Wondering where the magic went
[01:39.69]Decanting years of sediment
[01:42.44]That turned joy to clay
[01:45.06]In another time and another town
[01:48.11]You'll find ways to break the ground
[01:51.00]And all that you bring to me
[01:53.98]I once brought to you
[01:56.42]And it's hard when you don't want to go
[02:02.55]But the ribbon is already loose
[02:08.51]You feel that you'll never know
[02:14.42]The rules no one teaches you
[03:04.88]So you pack up your troubles
[03:10.89]Leave home for the wolves
[03:16.41]Young soldiers of fortune
[03:22.63]Forged in mill green
[03:27.93]Through playgrounds and corridors
[03:33.72]They'll lash at your wings
[03:39.52]They'll tar you and beat you
[03:45.63]Till you feel their sin
[03:51.21]Till promises given
[03:56.96]In halcyon and hearth
[04:03.01]Now banished from heaven
[04:08.59]Fall deep in the earth
[04:14.95]Till all your green meadow
[04:20.52]Is sallow and cold
[04:26.55]They'll rend it with buckshot
[04:31.92]And sell you for gold
[04:37.60]Still you shamble at midnight
[04:43.91]In green verdure
[04:49.31]Bright star of the ancients
[04:55.32]Whose light is still pure
[05:01.10]With ballad and bugle
[05:06.96]And weary of word
[05:12.72]You'll fight on the coal face
[05:18.51]Till your voice is heard
[05:24.40]You'll fight on the coal face
[05:30.04]Till your voice is heard