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• Artiste: Justin Rutledge
• Titre: Alberta Breeze
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Oh, my city is dressed in skin Her lips are dark, her ankles thin Oh, my dizzy ballerina, won't you give us a spin? My country's cold in Autumn's chains Every time I think of her, it rains And she breathes upon the morning, shakes all the weathervanes Now, I try to keep a steady hand, 'cause I'm living in a shaky land Lord, I try to be an honest man, but it's tougher than I ever planned In the west-bound air tonight, those centuries My tongue-tied beheaded bride, the Alberta breeze Oh, David, drive like you never done Oh, Sarah, sing like you never sung Oh, my dizzy ballerina, spin like you never spun Now, I'm selling you a telegram about my days in the caravan with the steers and the bleating lambs Took the money and away I ran But I recall how the dress you wore rose above your knees as the thrush flew from the mouth of the Alberta breeze Man, the summer's turned its back on me with a sorrow-laden symmetry, with a highway kind of robbery, like my life was an apology And I don't think about you all the time Only when the trees sway somehow slaughtered by the Alberta breeze