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June 02, 2009

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BONS MOTS RECORDS
7" record on clear vinyl w/ silkscreened sleeves
Edition of 250

You’re Alight

LYRICS

YOU'RE ALIGHT: you're the only secondary salmon nation under the sun / on the edge of all creation / handsome homestead without a gun / sun sets I have no memory of the places we've sung / stacking stones with our enemies / they call us to the cellar one by one / you're the only secondary salmon nation under the sun / on the edge of fields of granite / seas of grasses / a band undone / and in the flash of the firelight wrapped in blankets we made / when the last lonely embers died they put us all to bed and stole away / you're alight / you're alight / our tongues were never tied / the church keys and the ditch weed kept it sanctified / you're alight / and when you took off for that razor town, well, something in me died / cupping clouds of fireflies / built a home for fireflies / found a name for fireflies

A BAND UNDONE: pack your bags before we head for the coast / one last toast to the pope / slowly sailing through the horizon line / perhaps some day you'll find / when you're trying to unwind / there's no one to say goodnight to you in the lower hemisphere / shattered streets where we poured our concrete over six feet / something tells me this ain't what we won / guess I could call you my baby / the right that they gave me: an acre and axe and a girl / spend my evenings singing songs about you, franco, the boat, and the crew, and the 80,000 who knew / there's no one to say goodbye to you in the lower hemisphere / shattered streets where we poured our concrete over six feet / something tells me this ain't what we won / and I thought that I was dreaming / just lying in your arms / faces fade and I forget you / I won't let you run away from here / pack up, we're heading for home tell the boys back in rome / there's nothing left of the loan / spend my evenings singing songs about you / and everyone that we knew / hoping they were all were true / there's no one to say goodbye to you in the lower hemisphere / shattered streets where we poured our concrete over six feet / something tells me this ain't what we won / shattered streets where we poured our concrete over six feet / there's no way to get back where you're from

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