Sunset Studies - Augie March

You are the queen of a dust bowl

Ex to a crier in a town of ashes

This is what happens when a great love crashes

Tonight you let me see you

For the first time, in a long time

For the first time, in a time

Without the fear of going blind

Without the fear of going blind…

In a den of quitters in a hall of hosts

Between worn out waltzes and wedding toasts

I heard a man confess that what he struggles with most

Is the freedom for so long

Without a strong enough voice to tell him what’s wrong

Without a will, without a prayer, without a passionate song to sing…

Our favourite sons, our polished metal guns

Plagues, mermaids, setting suns

Our favourite sons, our polished metal guns

Plagues, mermaids, setting suns

Well all by and by and all through and through

This is the only thing that comes back to you

How you banged her on a cannon in a World War Two park in Gundagai

O come on guy, O come on, you were born red-eyed and screaming

You mother was beaming, she trembled

And dabbed your eyes with mercury and rained on you the blessings three

You were a babe of Spring now what’s it going to be

Sunshine

Our favourite songs, our polished metal guns

Plagues, mermaids, setting suns

Our favourite sons, our polished metal guns

Plagues, mermaids, setting suns

Upon all brave new breeds of old disease

On rotten roots of family trees

On sold out universities

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