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just want the proof
give you gave
dirt on me
since we danced outside
runaway whoop dee doo
always get what i want
moment of the river
apathy
big guns
juke box lady
you don't have to . . .
. . .mention it again
on our own tonight
holdin' on today
She is the jukebox lady.
She dances through the light.
A pale, pink-coloured glass,
Her eyes white flames in the night.
Hey there, Ojibwa lady,
Your time's not here it seems.
Those far away tomorrows
Remain but soft-collar dreams.
How long since you became
A victim of such rage?
And how much longer will you
Remain in you glass cage?
Hey there, Ojibwa lady,
Your time's not here it seems.
Those far away tomorrows
Remain but soft-collar dreams.
How long since you became
A victim of such rage?
And how much longer will you
Remain in your glass cage?
Hey there, Ojibwa lady,
Your time's not here it seems.
Those far away tomorrows
Remain but soft-collar dreams.
Those far away tomorrows
Remain but soft-collar dreams.
Notes:
John Alcorn plays piano.
Produced by the Spits
Recorded and mixed by Ron Searles at Manta/Eastern Toronto,
July 1994.
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