Wednesday Jan 17, 2007

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A clan is made of blood

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THE END OF THE SUMMER (Frank Black)
A house is made of mortar and wood
Yet sinks in the mud to decay
A house becomes a ghost in the heart
Of those who have gone far away
A town is born of silver and stone
And beaten to sand by the tide
A town becomes a mark on the soul
Of those who will cross that divide
Come unto me, we'll lie in the grass
We won't be ashamed
Summer will pass
Felling a tree to hide from the wild
Weaving the reeds to cover our child
Save me
The ghost in my heart
Save me
The mark on my soul
Save me
The end of the summer
Save me
I'm not feeling whole
A clan is made of marriage and blood
The journey is our only prize
And if a clan is rent into two
You still have her lips and his eyes
This place is made of water and rock
Yet burns in the pyre of the star
My love for you is stronger than that
I'll find you wherever you are
A house is made of wood
A town is born of stone
A clan is made of blood

VIEW 4 of 4 COMMENTS
surlymike:
Hope that all goes with your visitors!
shellymc:
i remember the last time "The pixies" got back together...
that sold out in like five minutes whatever

holding up hope though,
one never knows...

of course, there are a lot of other bands i regret not seeing in my lifetime,
but then i remember how lucky i am to have seen so many of my other favorites.

hope your birthday was good to you..
but yeah, i'm heading for the forty mark soon enough, so i know where you are coming from regarding that half my life comment wink

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