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Speak No Evil May 4, 2004 |
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| Time: 2:45 Things we just don't talk about. | |||||
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Lyrics I set my feet down upon that street For the first time in many, many years Old, familiar surroundings As I glimpse the sights and smell the air My eyes begin to well over with tears In nostalgia, I'm drowning I used to breathe this air each day Throughout these passages I'd dream and scheme and play But no one talks about the... No, no one talks about the... The situations that forbade my kind to stay I do my best to try and assist This frail old woman with the familiar eyes You know, she used to be stronger But now she's spinning round and round Uncontrollably into a rapid demise She probably won't live much longer She looks so frightened and confused While Shirley Temple sings in infinite youth But we won't talk about it We will not talk about it Lest we reveal the piercing bitterness of truth |
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Produced by Ric Albano Recorded Fall, 2004 at Silver Spring Subterranean Engineered by Ric Albano Performers: Ric Albano - Keys, Bass, Percussion, Vocals Appears on:
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| Composed & Arranged by Ric Albano © 2004 CygnusWave Music. All rights reserved. | |||||
