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16 March 2010 @ 10:05 pm
song 15: mr eliot was wrong  
This one's pretty autobiographical, for once.

My super-sexy smoky croon brought to you today by Sore Throats Anonymous.

Mr Eliot Was Wrong
lyrics, vocals, and guitar by Jo Robbins
.mp3 at Mediafire
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Oh, all the time now
My hands smell of coffee
But the air doesn’t smell like spring
If I lean from the window
I can almost net the sunshine
But the light is still so thin

Every day now
I open the window
To let some new air in
The bedroom is thick with
Layers of history
The winter brought with him

And I don’t know what the birds told you
I’m convalescing just fine
It’s just these winter winds
Underneath my skin
I guess it’ll just take some time

Tell me good morning
I’ve got a story
Twisting up inside my brain
I’m biding my time
I’m borrowing lives
Till the summer opens me up again

And Mr Eliot was wrong, you know
As months go, March is much crueller
I spend all of my time
Waiting in line
Waiting for someone to hand me a future

Oh, all the time now
My hands smell of coffee
I can barely hear myself thinking –

Hey, guys? I'm going to be working a lot more on my music nowdays, and I'd really love to prove to my father that if I work at it, I am not settling by not having a "real" job. (You know, after the three hundred "real" jobs I applied to never called me back even after I went back three, four, five times for eight months. Yay small towns. Good grief, they're like bad boyfriends.) So... if you feel compelled, if you have a little extra change, donate, please. ♥

ramblin' girl: song from the sudsbarefoottomboy on March 19th, 2010 03:24 am (UTC)
I really want to write something terrifically articulate about how wonderful this song & lyrics are, but you've reduced me to "guh" noises.

(Will be donating soooon.)

You are amazing.

Sarah: show off arthurburningstarsxe on March 21st, 2010 06:00 pm (UTC)
Good gracious, I love this. So much.