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If you see the accordion girl
Better walk the other way
Underneath the viaduct
Might be where you'll hear her play
If you see the accordion girl
I'll give you some advice
Avoid her eyes and walk away
And I lie in the night and I listen
And I want to hear her play
If you see the accordion girl
Walking by the perfumed river
Tell me is she on her own
Tell me is there someone with her
Where the grapes hang thick on the vine
And far behind the faint stars shine
And fall like pearls of alien corn
That break in waves against my door
If you see the accordion girl
And I lie in the night and I listen
And I want to hear her play
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Shantell
03:22
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Winter words blow the trees
Creatures trapped have to fall
Hear their howls claw the sky
Whispers follow Shantell
Shantell sleeps, tables creak
Mirrors start to speak
Branches scratch, tap the panes
Whispers follow Shantell
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The Street Organ
03:36
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The street organ plays
Its blithe tune through the town,,
Winding down the alleys with the yellow
Leaves
It meanders down bleak avenues where
The copper-green monuments stare
At nothing...
It passes them by unheard
Waltzes with the ribbons of distant winter air
The messengers of snow...
Moon-struck and gold
It croons with the lullbabys that full
The babies back to wombs
Confuses time with its merry sombre chiming
Calling back the old
Conjures daughters, lovers, sons
Fears, mothers, seasons, minutes
Lost and found, lost love, spring and nothing
She sings like a bird that wakes up warm
And thinks the winter's over
The street organ's music is heard
For the first time here and the last time
There
And not at all
Cathedral quiet and narcotic seas
In a mind of tide-mark memories...
The strand of hair that falls in front of her face...
He woke up and called out her name
But only the street organ answered
The street organ plays down every road
Moon-struck and gold
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Feeling Fine
03:41
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Feeling fine now
She says
She says
I'm feeling high now
She says
She's got the wings of a swan
And she moves her arms
And she looks at me and she says
I'm feeling high now
I take a wet cloth and put it on her brow
And the sunlight rakes through the room
And the dry leaves in the corner whirlpool
She reaches out to the books
Strokes their spines
I'm feeling high now
I walked out into the pale withered fields
And I thought I don't give that much of a damn just how she feels
Then once more in my head I heard her say
I'm feeling high now
So I looked up to the cold blue sky and shut her out
I crossed the frozen brook by the thin birch trees
And I thought it was the bluest sky I'd ever seen
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Les Disques du 7ème Ciel Brittany, France
Record label. Home to And Also The Trees, Birch Book, Catchers, Goodbye Ivan, Theo Hakola, In Gowan Ring, Lolito, Maud Lübeck and Alexandre Varlet.
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