Taken from "Waved Out" 1998
"People are leaving
In total frustration
The throw up their hands
People are leaving
As I stomp into spring
(that don’t mean a thing)
So:
The angels are making circles
A gift to every naked fat baby
But everyone’s leaving
To look for a new place to dance
And drilling the heart with sparrows
We’ll try to get up from the ages
And re-write the book of the pharaohs
At least add a couple of pages
And dance
Before everyone leaves
The servants are making a promise
We’ll all rise above the depression
The angels are making new circles
A gift to every naked fat baby"
Wonderful song that actually feels like two songs at once. A lovely melody and dual pollard vocals make this a classic full of melancholy.
Sunday, 17 March 2013
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