Clearance
Master Owned By: Six Shooter Records
Published By: Christine Fellows (SOCAN) administered by Six Shooter Records
Performed By: Christine Fellows
Written By: Christine Fellows
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Lyrics
Bury your dead and celebrate The world is ending (finally)
Take off your shoes and run. No more rivers to cross,
These dusty yards and stubble fields have given us up for good.
And you, are you still here, tilting in this stranded ark?
And you, are you still here, blind and seeing in the dark?
And you, are still here, tilting in the stranded ark?
Tell me, tell me, am I the only one?
Clearance
Master Owned By: Six Shooter Records
Published By: Christine Fellows (SOCAN) administered by Six Shooter Records
Performed By: Christine Fellows
Written By: Christine Fellows
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- Six Shooter Records
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- Christine Fellows (SOCAN) administered by Six Shooter Records
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- UK
Lyrics
Night. There's a lantern in your window
If we could come in closer we would see you in your housecoat
What a sight
Grains of sawdust mist the air
Like your kitchen is a movie set and you're the heroine in there
In your place
A renaissance collage
Next to the plastic lobsters
A reverent homage.
Then you might
Write another bashful letter
To a Russian ballerina
All the way in New York City
It's Saturday Night
On Utopia Parkway
I pray that you might
Think of something you'll love to love
(to love to love to love)
Tonight
My dear Mary Baker Eddy
I pray for Brother Robert
And those boots of lead again
Despite all I know I can't contain
I'll gather all the parts I need and hope that we remain
Whitewash over me until
Pure Varathane runs through my veins
And I'll at last be still
Right when the arrow leaves the bow
It erases all uncertainty and love I'll never know
It's Saturday Night
on Utopia Parkway
I pray that I might
Make you something you'll love to love
(to love to love to love)
Clearance
Master Owned By: Six Shooter Records
Published By: Christine Fellows (SOCAN) administered by Six Shooter Records
Performed By: Christine Fellows
Written By: Christine Fellows
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Lyrics
You're never far away from me
I've had this lock of your hair now for a half a century or more
I keep it in a matchbox in the pocket of my coat
Saturdays I go to town just to make them laugh
I learned to drive when I was 65 years old
And I sit poker-straight behind the wheel
Mother died of influenza when we kids were small
Father never smiled again and seemed to shrink with every passing year
Everybody sigh and put your hands on your hips
But when I get those old songs in my head
I can’t keep my fingers off the keys
Through my research I have found all it takes
To keep the chickens laying eggs
Is opera or Gershwin played at low volumes on dad's old radio
One concession for the hens destined for slaughter:
I read them poetry
They like the Yeats the best
And frankly, so do I
Who wouldn’t like to wake up on the Isle of Innisfree
To muck about that bee-loud glade like he?
Everybody sigh and put your hands on your hips
What's good enough for chickens is plenty good enough for you and me
You're never far away from me
I’ve had this lock of your hair now for a half a century or more
I keep it in a matchbox in the pocket of my coat
Clearance
Master Owned By: Six Shooter Records
Published By: Christine Fellows (SOCAN) administered by Six Shooter Records
Performed By: Christine Fellows
Written By: Christine Fellows
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You are unknowable. You are one who's declined to split into two.
In place of a longing there this fine layer of dust. Yours truly, I remain.
To a prize bird you could sing. But raising your voice underlines how alone you are.
Brazen claws staunch in defeat. Yours truly, I remain, what sets me apart Miss Lonelyheart
Clearance
Master Owned By: Six Shooter Records
Published By: Christine Fellows (SOCAN) administered by Six Shooter Records
Performed By: Christine Fellows
Written By: Christine Fellows
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Lyrics
Pry or prey? Prizefighter lives down the hall
His face I've seen passing on the stairs. A constellation of scars
Catch a glimpse through a sliver of a door spilling sunlight in the gloom
His apartment, surprisingly, is painted a soft robin's-egg blue. Cruel Jim
Clearance
Master Owned By: Six Shooter Records
Published By: Christine Fellows (SOCAN) administered by Six Shooter Records
Performed By: Christine Fellows
Written By: Christine Fellows
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- Six Shooter Records
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- Christine Fellows (SOCAN) administered by Six Shooter Records
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Wait for it… the fruit within the fruit that reminds you of what makes the cherry red
What sap went through that little thread to make the cherry red
Here's the line break to remind you there has been a struggle
Frost that kills the leaves can't harm the roots. They still grow in frozen ground
Victory won't come until this little thread ties a knot under over gone, grasps and pulls along
and forgives us our decay
Clearance
Master Owned By: Six Shooter Records
Published By: Christine Fellows (SOCAN) administered by Six Shooter Records
Performed By: Christine Fellows
Written By: Christine Fellows
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The Parlour Rollers of Valour Road huddled deep into the winter's
fold. A pair of real squeakers once rolled a hundred and twenty-five
feet. 1961. May the 9th. It's snowing. She will release them, knowing.
Like little grey dogs they'll tire of rolling over. Betty runs to latch the gate.
She's just a half a second too late. Duchess hurls herself in a fierce,
tangled roll down the back lane, when out of nowhere - the glare of headlights catch
a flash of ruby eyes and she flies and falls just like a small grey stone, skips and lands
against a garbage can. Red Kings cries out and beats his wings against her, but she is already gone.
She is already gone. He would not leave her side for all his days and nights. The Parlour Rollers
were buried “side by each together” says Betty. “Pigeons mate for life, you know.”
Clearance
Master Owned By: Six Shooter Records
Published By: Christine Fellows (SOCAN) administered by Six Shooter Records
Performed By: Christine Fellows
Written By: Christine Fellows
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Are you calling me? I cry out. Too breathless to contain myself
When everything I've ever held in my arms seem to break or run away
Have I held them all too tightly? Feathers flinch. They turn their heads away
Innocence has been unkind to me. Violence, apology
To all of you I needed to replace: Sorry
Clearance
Master Owned By: Six Shooter Records
Published By: Christine Fellows (SOCAN) administered by Six Shooter Records
Performed By: Christine Fellows
Written By: Christine Fellows
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Who killed that Robin? I, said the sparrow. With my bow and arrow I killed him
Who saw him die? I, said the fly. With my little eye I saw him die
Who caught his blood? I, said the fish. With my little dish I caught his blood
Who'll dig his grave? The bull, the wren, the kite, the martin, the thrush, the dove
the lark, the linnet, the rook, the fish, the beetle, the fly, the sparrow, the owl.
All the birds of the air fell sighing and sobbing when they heard the bell toll for poor old Robin.
Clearance
Master Owned By: Six Shooter Records
Published By: Christine Fellows (SOCAN) administered by Six Shooter Records
Performed By: Christine Fellows
Written By: Christine Fellows
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O, Goddess of the owls and the paperweights, monogrammed hand
towels and macramé, sprang forth one day. Believe me. I was there
She struck a match across her shining armoured chest, and lit up a cigar
before she gathered up her dress. God bless this Mess and ambrosia salad
Tupperware molds. I gave you poetry. This olive tree. Believe me,
I am here
Clearance
Master Owned By: Six Shooter Records
Published By: Christine Fellows (SOCAN) administered by Six Shooter Records
Performed By: Christine Fellows
Written By: Christine Fellows
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Curtains white let in the light
Curtains drawn nobody home
You’ll know me from the curtain’s twitch
Windows break and windows fix
Cardboard and a length of tape
cover spider cracks and chipping paint
They’re just letting in a little light
They’re just letting in a little air
I don’t care.
Feather dust and cobwebs go,
dusting high and dusting low.
Spraying gravel in the lane,
stop and pull the curtains back again.
I look for quarters in the snow,
pacing up and down the side of the road.
I’m a moving target.
I keep every single rock they throw.
I know it ain’t right. I know it ain’t right.
I know it ain’t right but I don’t care.
I know it ain’t right. I know it ain’t right.
I know it ain’t right but I don’t care.
Curtains white let in the light.
Curtains drawn nobody home.
I know it ain’t right.
'Cause windows break and windows fix!
Clearance
Master Owned By: Six Shooter Records
Published By: Christine Fellows (SOCAN) administered by Six Shooter Records
Performed By: Christine Fellows
Written By: Christine Fellows
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- Christine Fellows (SOCAN) administered by Six Shooter Records
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Clearance
Master Owned By: Six Shooter Records
Published By: Christine Fellows (SOCAN) administered by Six Shooter Records
Performed By: Christine Fellows
Written By: Christine Fellows
- Label/Owner
- Six Shooter Records
- Publisher
- Christine Fellows (SOCAN) administered by Six Shooter Records
- Exclusive Territory
- UK
Lyrics
Punctual to one-tenth of a second. Most exact! I offer her this silent
dedication. Mother, my meridian. Ours, a seamless conversation, your
dry wit and my words float inside, more flies in amber than poetry, I guess
Without your eye they are meaningless. (The senseless unarrangement of
wild things, just as they are… our ancestors: elephants, hornbills, mice
and my favorite, the anteater… you suit me well… the batter spits into
his hand and claps… exemplars of art!… if I were to take whiskey, I'd
take it straight.)
Clearance
Master Owned By: Six Shooter Records
Published By: Christine Fellows (SOCAN) administered by Six Shooter Records
Performed By: Christine Fellows
Written By: Christine Fellows
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- Six Shooter Records
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- Christine Fellows (SOCAN) administered by Six Shooter Records
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How many hatchet strokes have scarred
This broken fencepost
Leans out of the yard
Curious, and heaves a little sigh of relief
You found your way back
Limping barefoot down the lane
Birds and crickets sing your name
Way up there in the trees
A pair of shoes are swinging in the breeze
Where last you found them
I thought I wouldn't need them
I was leaving
As suddenly as you were seized
With all these terrible ideas
Can't fall asleep
Under the stars
Without the passing cars
Driving you inside
Or driving you away
Is solitude indeed the cure
For loneliness?
Oh I don't think so
I miss you too much
Unfurl a bed of chicken wire
Drag it over where the grass has grown up higher
And the wildflowers you used to tend with a loving hand
Now here they bend
All tangled up and overgrown
Couldn't make it on their own
Tangled up and overgrown
They couldn't make it on their own
Can't fall asleep
Under the stars
Wherever you are
Is gonna be too far away from me
Is solitude indeed the cure
For loneliness?
Oh I don't think so
I'd miss you too much
Is solitude indeed the cure
For loneliness?
