R-206 · 45 single · A/B
Lanterns in the Tree Line
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ALanterns in the Tree Line3:42
Lyrics Verse 1 Lanterns in the tree line, seven in a row, One of them is moving where no evening wind can go. I close my left eye slowly, then I close my right, Seven turn to twenty when I open to the night. Chorus Lanterns in the tree line, tell me what you know, Are you on the ground below me, are you hanging long ago? Every light’s a question and every shadow’s mine, Counting little lanterns in the tree line. Verse 2 One looks like the porch lamp that my father used to leave, One looks like the county fair on some forgotten eve. One falls down like silver and it does not make a sound, One is just a firefly that never found the ground. Bridge — Tape colors intensify Green becomes a doorway, Black becomes a bell, Distance folds around itself— And no one here can tell. Final Chorus Lanterns in the tree line, fading one by one, Morning makes them ordinary, morning calls them done. But every night I find them at the edge of space and time, Waiting like an answer in the tree line. Outro Band drops away, leaving organ, hand percussion and one reversed guitar tail.
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BThe Man in the Painted Door3:25
[Verse 1] They painted him on Tuesday On the wall beside the square A gentleman in yellow With a ladder going nowhere The foreman left a doorway With a handle painted blue And all the people passing Said the colour wasn't true [Chorus] The man in the painted door Has never paid a penny rent He's never had to tell a soul Where all his Sunday went We hurry past at half past eight Come hurrying back at four And no one has as much to do As the man in the painted door [Verse 2] They gave him one small window With a corner of the sea They gave him half a garden And a most unlikely tree A woman with her shopping Stopped to straighten out her glove She said, "He looks like someone That I used to think well of" [Chorus] The man in the painted door Has never paid a penny rent He's never had to tell a soul Where all his Sunday went We hurry past at half past eight Come hurrying back at four And no one has as much to do As the man in the painted door [Bridge] They've put a notice on the wall The building's coming down But someone took his ladder To the other end of town [Final Verse] I walked there early Sunday There was yellow on the ground The door was standing open And the man could not be found [Final Chorus] The man in the painted door Has never paid a penny rent He's never had to tell a soul Where all his Sunday went We hurry past at half past eight Come hurrying back at four I'd like to take a day away With the man in the painted door
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