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• Artiste: Sleeping Cranes
• Titre: Sewing Song
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The rain waltzed in on the heels of the spring, and it polished my baby eyes And I didn't get a lot of sleep, but I learned how to speak in the week I spent on God's time I scribbled and I sprinted and I scrubbed up my hands, and I cleaned out my head But with each measured twitch of its steady, steady hands, the standard clock dragged me in again The world's gonna give you what it damn well wants And you don't have to be content But if you make friends with your misery, it'll swallow you up And your anchors are all that you will be left with The telephone lines were left split, spitting and screaming, and the news died at our doors But our bones didn't crumble, our lungs still pumped without our TVs or department stores I tossed out my plans and I tore up some ties that I might try to sew up later But for now, it seems good fences will make for the very best neighbors The world's gonna give you what it damn well wants And you don't have to be content But if you make friends with your misery, it'll swallow you up And your anchors are all that you will be left with Summer wipes its feet on the welcome mat We watch the waves as they leap and collapse And Grace is smiling with her feet under the tide Like Corey said, "Goddamn, it's great to be alive."