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For John

by Library Voices

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Some mezcal morning Los Muertos beach The sun screaming like a banshee The birds singing themselves to sleep I am laid out like field dressing Reeling in the heat I’m an easy kill I’m an easy kill I’ve got daydreams inside of my daydreams inside of my daydreams inside of my daydream My love, please come home
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Space Age 02:34
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John That long, slow arc of regret Stretches on and on Over those letters that I should have sent Drag me like a cigarette, it’s criminal You know I see you sometimes Out of place somewhere You know I see you sometimes I know we never showed you what we could have been Vultures picking at the bones of better days Come on (and on and on and on) Oh John You know I see you sometimes Out of place somewhere You know I see you sometimes Anti-matters of the heart My head in the clouds Chemirical … Chemirical… Our love, our love forever changes.
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The bible props open a window On the second floor of a 2 star hotel 3 fingers of single malt in a coffee cup Praying morning never comes But a thrush is singing like a starlet Shadows are stretching like a harlot And we’re running out of cigarettes John Farrell Buffalo The Golden Age of radio We still believed in rock n roll There's an empty seat on a greyhound, Leaving the big smoke headed southbound. I'm listening to Forever Changes with your ghost, I won't burn my miracles. Curled up cowering like a comma, The pause before a broken promise (I won’t be daring from a distance) I’ll find myself a trade wind. Maybe Heaven doesn’t exist Maybe it never has Or maybe just for doubting it I’ll be damned
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The skyline like a stale pepsi cola The western place, the wilds of nowehre Smoke stacks coughing up clouds A siren out on the asthma town She’s in the graveyard getting high Some old fling with jealous thighs Cruid oil and cruel lovers Fools gold for a prairie summer You can’t fake it for long, You can’t fake it. The days are rusting like that mustang you keep up on blocks Cursed in church, prayed for rain Burning diesel while you wait on trains Another crop circle mystery I saw your name in the mercury Chemical nights and mineral rights Air dums and chine whites Playing roulette with a loaded girl They say that love is a barn on fire You can’t fake it for long, You can’t fake it. The days are wasted like the foreman belly up at the bar I don’t think it was that drink she nursed It must’ve been that mickey in her purse Make up smudged like a prison tattoo They carried her out like Christ on the cross Every love story is a ghost story How do we sleepy when our barns are burning? You can’t fake it for long, You can’t fake it. Your days are numbered like that beast Your days are burned out like those kids hanging out behind the mall
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Windsor Hum 03:22
13 years old cross legged on my best friends bed we were summoning spirits we were trying to raise the dead we had a Ouija summer yea, we had a Ouija summer someone answered our questions (the medium is the message) we never spoke of it again Death singing in the back of your head Haunts you like the Windsor Hum. 30 years old stark naked on an unmade bed we were digging up the past we were burying the hatchet I miss that Ouija summer Yea, I miss that Ouija summer I have a bluebird on my shoulder I have the devil on the other Death singing in the back of your head Haunts you like the Windsor Hum. {rant} What if it’s all just a hoax Some cruel elaborate joke Life’s just some young charlatan Preying on sentimental gentleman I’ve got scars to mark my faults The origin myth of a death cult Heresy hearsay dressed up like Sexy Sadie Mae Vagabonds and iconoclasts Heavy metal pentagrams A spirit world hot line “This LP Crashes Hard Drives” Stick and poke skeletons Focused decks, western medicine Chem trails, Delirium tremens Manhattenhenge, Bosnian Pyramids We are all just stardust and other stuff We are all just stardust and other stuff

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Written for, inspired by, and dedicated to John Farrell (March 4, 1950 – March 25, 2013)

He was one of the greats.

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released June 10, 2014

Produced by Library Voices & Orion Paradis
Recorded at Soul Sound Studios in Regina, SK

Available on Prairie Shag Recordings (SHAG02)
prairieshag@gmail.com

Illustrations by Ola Volo
www.olavola.com
Layout by Michael Dawson

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