Orion Town Songtext
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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
Orion 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
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
Orion 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
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