recorded live in a little half circle, on a December night at Junior Audio in Provo, UT
Well, I left a kind of innocence that couldn't tag along,
Left her like a burning cross on someone's mother's lawn.
Shifting up to second gear, I try hard not to look
At shadows in the rearview, burning like a pile of banned books
'Cause that smoke can blind you.
Trouble still finds you.
You just might curse your eyes,
But time will let you see all the misery that you start.
I was wishing I could bury every history book in flames,
Every almanac in the ocean, every whisper round my name.
I've been building a tall coffin, toppling redwoods for the frame,
Hinging it with fear and the rusty nails of blame
And when the night comes
With those city sirens
Howling at red light moons,
Time will let you see all the tragedies in your heart.
But time won't let you see your fine tapestry fall apart.
And every passing year is just a deeper shade of grey.
And the kid in all the polaroids slowly fades away.
I miss Ruth's Diner.
My Radio Flyer.
When eyes were brighter than now.
There's no skywriter here,
No story spider to spell it out for me.
And time will let you see all the treachery in its heart.
But time won't let you see all the dignity in your heart.
from Paul Jacobsen And The Madison Arm
track released September 27, 2008
Dustin Christensen: piano, vocal
Brian Hardy: pump organ, vocal
Ryan Tanner: 12-string acoustic guitar, vocal
Ryan Tilby: upright bass, vocal
Scott Wiley: banjo, vocal
Paul Jacobsen: vocal, acoustic guitar
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