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• Artiste: Silver Jews (The)
• Titre: Pet Politics
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Guard my bed While the rain turns the ditches to mirrors By a vase of carnations from central Ohio Where the looking machine can't hear us Deep in the night we dream of positions There's a line for the phone in the hall And in the cold places where Spanish is spoken Most wars end in the fall You never know when your pet will go Pet politics Pet politics Pet politics Pet politics Still wearing last night's mascara Now that her pet was gone for sure She was shivering so hard It looked like there were two of her I could see through the sleeve on her blouse The plans of her architect lover A tattoo of a boarded-up house An ink door that belonged to another When the rain hits you It hits you slow Stitch after stitch Stich after stitch Stitch after stitch Stitch after stitch Adam was not the first man 'Though the Bible tells us so There was one created before him Whose name we do not know He also lived in the garden But he had no mouth or eyes One day Adam came to kill him And he died beneath these skies I find it so amazing how I go where I'm led I go where I'm led I go where I'm led I go where I'm led I suspect we could be losing now Please guard my bed Please guard my bed Please guard my bed Please guard my bed