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• Artiste: Juliet Turner
• Titre: Beyond The Backyard
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She loves to write in ways that no one understands That's pure smartness on her part She tells it how it really is And not just the way she sees it And it's only when she's caught off guard she'll cry And it's only on the telephone when you can't see her eyes The inheritance encrusting her skin is pilling her down I'd jump in to save her but I'm only just learning to swim myself. <i>chorus</i> Steal away, steal away to America, Steal all you can from the unsuspecting. Lay down to rest all your ghosts in America, Take up the new true blue you. She is calm and always in possession, She stalks her prey with lavish strides She'll wander far beyond her daddy's backyard, It's a sleepy playing place where they bury the self-satisfied while they're still alive. And it's where she used to fancy the Catholic boys on the bus But it's hard to slip past the priests and disregard years of "them and us" In the corridor she hangs on the wall demanding her space, Face crushed with a paintbrush in a too small screen But isn't that the way it's always been <i>(chorus)</i> She scorches up and down the sidewalks With bladed feet and black leather limbs She'll dig the graves and shovel up the starving She's still clawing after clues Then she'll find a way to fight it And I'll see her on the news And it's only when she's caught off guard she'll cry And it's only on the telephone when you can't see her eyes <i>(chorus)</i>