Shiny Black Shoes

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Life is like a long pause in an awkward conversation
When you die you probably think of all the things you meant to say
And people like me come to the cemetery and we read your tombstone
We read your name, how old you were, and then we go away
And you just lie there with your hair and fingernails growing into grassblades
You get a trim on thursday afternoons,
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Some nights when I get tired of writing I look out my windowsill
I see the moon hanging like a silver apple
And I reach out to pluck it from a branch of dark and cloud
And it looks so sweet, so soft, so supple
But by the time I get my hand around it it’s two million miles away
And I can’t reach that far
I’ll just have to let it hang there for everyone else to see
Or build myself a ladder

Don’t wait for my call
It won’t ever come
You’ll get by on your own
Babe you’re pretty and young
You left a mark on my heart with your shiny black shoes

Last night I felt the earth move and I walked down to the beach
I stayed up all night counting grains of sand
I caught a glimpse of all the ghosts and salt I left behind me
And then it all got swept away by some invisible hand
I smashed my bottle down and cried across the starless sea
I needed someone, anyone, to tell me everything was gonna be OK
But all I heard were the waves of time
Pulse against the shore like a heart that beats
Like a heart that beats

Don’t wait for my call
It won’t ever come
You’ll get by on your own
Babe you’re pretty and young
You left a mark on my heart with your shiny black shoes

credits

from Last Year's Leaves, released November 4, 2014
Matt Lowen: Vocals, Guitar, Piano, Harmonica
Rick Genge: Vocals, Bass
Lori Paul: Vocals

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Following Lions Victoria, British Columbia

“Last Year’s Leaves” is an acoustic blend of zen, bluegrass, and americana—it’s the music you hear in the autumn wind as the leaves turn colour; it’s the music the moon makes as it scrapes against the edges of the summer sky; it’s the music of change, of transition, of life as we live it. ... more

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