You find them each spring when the snow melts
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lyrics
it’s a cold winter’s breath that you feel in you now
with the wet snow at the back of your heal
When you crawl up the banks to make way for the plow
and it’s siren is the only sound that’s real
There’s no reason to laugh but you do anyhow
not much reason left anywhere
you don’t hear their shouting
and you don’t hear their calls
And you don’t fear their dogs on your trail
you slide down the hill and you run past the crowd
and the night wind freezes to your hair
It’s the dirt on your nighty
it’s the salt in your blood
It’s your bare hands clutching to your gown
And you run past the street lights and you trip and you fall
leave a six inch gash on your head
And the forest gets fuzzy as you lay on the ground
and you can’t seem to raise from your bed
Theres a shaking in your belly
and your mouth it gets dry
with the old stench of death everywhere
with the wet snow at the back of your heal
When you crawl up the banks to make way for the plow
and it’s siren is the only sound that’s real
There’s no reason to laugh but you do anyhow
not much reason left anywhere
you don’t hear their shouting
and you don’t hear their calls
And you don’t fear their dogs on your trail
you slide down the hill and you run past the crowd
and the night wind freezes to your hair
It’s the dirt on your nighty
it’s the salt in your blood
It’s your bare hands clutching to your gown
And you run past the street lights and you trip and you fall
leave a six inch gash on your head
And the forest gets fuzzy as you lay on the ground
and you can’t seem to raise from your bed
Theres a shaking in your belly
and your mouth it gets dry
with the old stench of death everywhere
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from Rare Platinum Minnow,
released March 1, 2013
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Patrick Canning St. John'S, Newfoundland and Labrador
Patrick is an artist type who lives out on the edge of nowhere in St. John's Newfoundland and makes music for himself.
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