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carla bley - detective writer daughter lyrics

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jack:
detective writer of english
she was once the queen of sweden

her father’s horse was something like a house
dad was a german where they lived

one time the leader was murdered
and they all threw fits
harmonious with the times

everybody in the house was sick
their faces were like that

leader:
all everybody saw was one thing
and it kept looking at them

jack or leader:
everything was comfortable beforehand
things were melancholy and industrial

ginger hoped never to see that pale house again
she was tired of people disliking her
for how interesting she was

while in the street
there’s ginger
wagging her tail
between my legs
(the only lesson
i’ve learned
is the one
i’m learning)
and in the street
there are goats
and horses
and there are cars
with h-rns

leader:
she had a hard time forgetting the house

jack:
everybody it seemed was k!lling horses

viva:
smalltown agonist for whom exactness
is that which hair is flesh to
he influences her to suit his character

- carla bley lyrics

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