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faces change, you know, i can vouch
tight skin sags and straight backs slouch
i’m like moss growing on my couch
i don’t know what’s happened to me

you were fit once, just like a god
a sweet young child in a grown up’s bod
maintenance started to be a chore
please, sit down, your body implored

i belong in florida
i’m tired of my place
and I hear the further south you are
the sun has stronger rays

you spent months trying to divine your fate
if it all weren’t right, you would hesitate
had the chance just passed?
were you years too late?

thought you’d preserve if you went to sleep
take some pills so you wouldn’t wake
locked in lichens, you couldn’t leap
so you stepped back down, and shut your drapes.

i belong in florida
i’m tired of my place
and I hear the further south you are
you get much longer days

without bodies, voices came
to invade your ears, even on the street
they’d offer help when you were in pain,
play harps, and lay flowers at your feet.

all the old folks putter south
like birds on crutches humbled
while they once fed children from their mouths
the world they’ve built has crumbled

faces change, you know, i can vouch
tight skin sags and straight backs slouch
i’m like moss growing on my couch
i don’t know what’s happened to me

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from Gold Rings and Fur Pelts, released June 14, 2011

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Molly Sweeney Montréal, Québec

From a journey foiled by fate to a poignant French chanson of faithless love, Molly Sweeney's folk-infused torch songs explore the dark side of rapture, showcasing her sultry, dramatic vocals and enigmatic lyrics.

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