Artist: Ragon Linde
Song: Odd Hours
Lyrics by Bruce Green
[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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They emerge at odd hours
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Always crouched like wilting string beans, or oversized soap
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bubbles,
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well over prime, instantly vulnerable, silent
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In remote corners of their PROPERTY
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They’ll weed awhile,
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Jerking the veins of unwanted intruders from their domestic carpet-dream;
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It’s what they have,
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what they control,
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what they do
[Verse 2]
F#m A
When careers have yielded to succulents,
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they appear on weekdays,
G D
with mid-morning saws, leaf blowing,
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edge and hedge trimming,
A
fumes for the elms,
E
oscillating decibels for infants,
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vibrations for ant colonies.
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Eleanor tempts the last light with an impromptu tour of her lawn;
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She hears crows descending
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and wonders about their youth.
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Never seen any nests,
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never seen baby crows,
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they just appear fully grown;
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Their numbers have increased,
Bm A
that Hitchcock could see
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the tree behind the alley
[Verse 3]
F#m A
I could never make that sudden appearance;
E G D
Mine was never a life of home-owning
F#m A
I care less for lawns than lives.
E G D
Slightly more for ideas than irises;
Bm D
When my road becomes a U-turn,
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I see my father in their eyes,
Bm D
I attempt, again, to find the contentment in raking leaves,
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capturing them all before another falls
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and another
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still another
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always another
[Outro]
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