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• Artiste: Ian Thomas
• Titre: I Ain't Lonesome
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Snow falls on the railroad ties this evening And the shoulders of the over-coated men Standing guard o'er the trains that have long since run the Main And will likely never feel the rails again And the voices that I once had heard so clearly And found it once so easy to believe Have shifted in the wind as it trails around the bend And fall like a dead language on me The hinges of the morning are creaking And there's no one here to hear except for me And the days before have turned as the flags on the main sails burned And like broken ships have sank into the sea And I ain't waitin' on any passing train Nor howlin' at the moon to freeze its face And I ain't sellin' off my soul for company I'm already taking up this space The friends I have known to bare their faces They shine just like stars in an empty night And I can draw them into patterned lines and spaces But the borders of my memory bend the light And with outward eyes I'd find repose In my dealings with the merchants of the sea But Neptune's creatures dwell beneath both calm and stormy swell And no pirate crew can raise you from the deep The poets on the stand can bare no witness They all must first agree on déjá  vu Like a nose against a rose, or the leaves when the March wind blows No net of words could carry this to you But you had me once before When I waited by your gated golden door Not long before I'd learn not to linger where it's cold And when I left you were leaning on your door And I ain't calling out anybody's name Nor whining for the trees above to bend And I ain't lonesome ‘bout any one girl I'm just lonesome ‘bout being in this world