Sunday, December 16, 2012

Sam Beam says...

'Mr. Henry and the muscle man gave her shoes on a night there was no room to stand, and like a letter in a stolen purse, she was bored of her weight, she was bored of her words, the daughter of a soldier told the fallen priest, it's a cold cold place in the arms of a thief, and reaching out to touch the steering wheel, she said, leave me alone but just don't leave me here, alright, alright...Mr. Henry and another guy gave her gold on a night that it fell from the sky, and like her body when the buzzard came, she was bored of her luck, she was bored of her name, the daughter of a lawyer told the fallen priest, it's a cold cold place in the arms of a thief, and dabbing at the arrow in heel, she said, leave me alone but just don't leave me here, alright, alright...Mr. Henry was a dying man, with advice in a tongue that she didn't understand, and like the water when the sea got rough, she was bored of the breeze, she was bored of her love, the winner and the loser told the fallen priest, it's a cold cold world in the arms of a thief, and holding everything he made her steal, she said, leave me alone but just don't leave me here, alright, alright.'

- Sam Beam ('Arms of a Thief', The Shepherd's Dog, Iron and Wine, 2007)

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