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I. Children are swans, riding their bikes Behind their mothers in the streets Touching towns dawn next to eachother The North Landfill is wakin' the living room sheets The countyline is strewn with bridges and ditches And dilettantes itchin' the palest of kitchens Twilit bells croon for afternoon starlets With blinders of scarlet and childhood dreams The Potomac girls on their cobblestone streets Their midnight valleys, their Indian fleets Enjoy making love to the hardware store boys As the snow falls on the 4th of July The midway smokes aside the seaway The veranda park chokes amidst the ink of the freeway The grocery store magazines of Virginia The barbershop fops to the country, there go... II. I'm going home, I'm smoking my last cigarette I'm falling to pieces 'cause she's in the city The North Frozen Landfill I just can't forget 'Cause it marks the town of my pity SongtexteOrion Town Oh now Rochester, you son of a bitch Your psyches and streets are a tumult of achin' The awkwardest memories I just can't unstitch At least they know they're not forsaken in Orion Town I-75 is the swallower of Christmas The gloom of its gladness is night on our shoulders Connecting our sorrows like ponds with an isthmus Frozen and covered with boulders in Orion Town The yelling, the holler of the ghost I have squandered The snow combed tight brightly mirrored false wonder there That I did follow to the frozen water As my family stood there and stared at Orion Town III. Smoking Turkish cigarettes in The thumb of the midwest when The sulfur fills the trees On the fourth of July You and I We travel the gravel goin' home Home sweet home, home my brother Not one mind's honed to another Take these tones, and try to color me And the liquor lotto store Along the floor See, we unravel, like travels Drunk and sore Aus Songtexte Mania