Songs:Iowa (134448)
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She calls herself a lady Sometimes she wonders why she bothers In this land of workin’ men They wouldn’t notice if she tried She studies her face in the mirror Behind the bar down at the diner The dust has blown the years her way Stole the color from her eyes No new faces, just new places To read about in all those Travel magazines Hidin’ in the darkness At the Saturday matinee movie Tears that flow like rain drops Right off the silver screen Friday night dance at the legion hall She’s nursing a drink in the corner The men just huddle like sheep She knows sometimes they’re just too shy She smiles at their silly hats Sayin’ things like “Truckers Make Better Lovers” They wouldn’t know how to steal a kiss If they had the nerve to try Chorus She remembers that soldier right after the war Said let’s run away to someplace we’ve never been before She can’t, she said she’d leave too much behind She’ll never forget the tears in her eyes When he flew off into that August night She wonders now if she ever crosses his mind Silos loom like tombstones Filled with grain no one ever uses Reminds her of the dreams she’s had That used to fill her mind Sometimes if she squints her eyes just right As the sun sets on the horizon They look just like skyscrapers On a New York City night
for version performed by Patrick Bloom on Moses (#132910)
written by Patrick Bloom (©2007 Small Man Music ASCAP) he steps between the pumps pulls his brim down low machinations underneath the faded Texaco his fingers nicotined and slowly turning brown yellow slicker for a husk and the rain is coming down his every breath exhaled tinged in crimson from the light of a buzzing neon star dangling in the oily night he takes the change in hand counting as they pennies fall every word a rosary sons of bitches one and all Iowa spilling blood into the soil plastic flowers on a cross liniments and pennyroyal Iowa waking from an early freeze shifting bodies in degrees she changes everything these buildings that we see standing bones above the dirt fingers to the firmament welded fossils and cement the pavement drawn below pigeons up above flutter gently and reply Iowa is passing by Iowa spilling blood into the soil plastic flowers on a cross liniments and pennyroyal Iowa waking from an early freeze shifting bodies in degrees she changes everything the apparitions blur the rain is slower now his heels sink in the mud sculpting patterns in the ground he leans over the match cradling the flame and Iowa remains and Iowa remains Iowa spilling blood into the soil plastic flowers on a cross liniments and pennyroyal Iowa waking from an early freeze shifting bodies in degrees she changes everything
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