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2005-07-14 - 3:18 p.m.

Sentiment

I don't know why, but sometimes the combination of melody and lyric converges in a way that hits every emotional button.

As mentioned previously, I'm totally enamoured with the somewhat sentimental, twangy honkytonk of Laura Cantrell of late, and at the top of the list is Churches Off the Interstate. I won't lie and say that I haven't gotten teary eyed over this particular number, as musically upbeat and rambunctious as it is.

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Why try to stay when I can see that there's no reason to?
My heart is strong and my feet can move if I tell them to.
Time will tell and time will take it's toll on you.
My heart can rue, even if I don't want it to.

[ APRS / Thrift Shop Songs]
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Also amazingly addictive (and chokingly heart-rending) is a cover of Elvis Costello's Indoor Fireworks

We play these parlour games
We play at make believe
When we get to the part where I say that I'm gonna leave
Everybody loves a happy ending but we don't even try
We go straight past pretending
To the part where everybody loves to cry

Indoor fireworks
Can still burn your fingers
Indoor fireworks
We swore we were safe as houses
They're not so spectacular
They don't burn up in the sky
But they can dazzle or delight
Or bring a tear
When the smoke gets in your eyes

You were the spice of life
The gin in my vermouth
And though the sparks would fly
I thought our love was fireproof
Sometimes we'd fight in public darling
With very little cause
But different kinds of sparks would fly
When we got on our own behind closed doors

(chorus)
It's time to tell the truth
These things have to be faced
My fuse is burning out
And all that powder's gone to waste
Don't think for a moment dear that we'll ever be through
I'll build a bonfire of my dreams
And burn a broken effigy of me and you...


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