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Newfoundland

from Newfoundland by Great North

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Fire on the radio in your hotel, where you send broken letters back to your hometown. Where a red river runs its winding path through the sand. But you’re sounding like a message from that pine pulpit. Like your father’s voice as it hissed and spat and headed down the highway to the city streets where you’ve gone. Where nobody knows your dirty little lies

For all the glowing copper in the shops outside and the hyena smiles in the downtown bars. In the autumn rain there’s a black parade down your face.

And in the passing of an instant you could burn it all down. So nobody knows your dirty little lies. So nobody knows you.

Put your back down on the garden. Wait for the bells to ring. Wait for the dust to settle. Wait for the birds to sing

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from Newfoundland, released November 1, 2010

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