Six-Pack Sunday - Call Me, November! (And The Timber Went Downstream, 2015) | Текст песни

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call me when it rains we'll come down dancing in the streets between these monuments of human greed, of uttermost conformity. we'll share a flask and mourn for fields of ever-green lost in the roaring sawmill century and how the timber went downstream. i remember the tall camp fire and sense of unity, but all I see is cardboard walls and crowds on shopping spree. and they're selling the embers, proudly, fifty percent free. i raise the glass for my community. Karelia, i mourn for thee! call me when it rains we'll come down dancing in the streets. we'll eat our beans under the railway bridge. straight-from-the-can-hypocrisy. we'll celebrate our freedom shackles ringing deep until I slip or tear another string. and then we call a taxi. i remember the tall camp fire and sense of unity, but all I see is blacktop flows 'tween mountains of debris. and they're selling the embers proudly, fifty percent free. i raise the glass for my community Karelia, i mourn for thee!

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