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2002-12-24 | 12:47 p.m. corduroy licorice jumped for joy and then did a rail grind. joy loved to watch him pull off skateboarding tricks. *** here is my christmas present to you. the lyrics to my favorite song of the moment,"honey and the moon" by joseph arthur. it's on his new album called redemption's son, a beautifully schizophrenic collection of soul-baring, singer-songwriter genius. thanks to sing365.com for compiling the lyrics. of course, you really have to hear the song to get the full effect, but i love these words: "the honey and the moon don't know why i'm still afraid if you weren't real i would make you up now i wish that i could follow through i know that your love is true and deep as the sea but right now everything you want is wrong and right now all your dreams are waking up and right now i wish i could follow you to the shores of freedom where no one lives remember when we first met and everything was still a bet in love's game you would call; i'd call you back and then i'd leave a message on your answering machine but right now everything is turning blue and right now the sun is trying to kill the moon and right now i wish i could follow you to the shores of freedom where no one lives freedom run away tonight freedom, freedom run away run away tonight we're made out of blood and rust looking for someone to trust without a fight i think that you came too soon you're the honey in the moon that lights up my night but right now everything you want is wrong and right now all your dreams are waking up and right now i wish i could follow you to the shores of freedom where no one lives freedom run away tonight freedom, freedom run away run away tonight we got too much time to kill like pigeons on my windowsill we hang around ever since i've been with you you hold me up all the time i'm falling down but right now everything is turning blue and right now the sun is trying to kill the moon and right now i wish i could follow you to the shores of freedom where no one lives" |
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