Siobhan
from Living In Skin by Jason Harrod
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lyrics
I'm looking for a sunrise,
Nothern morning green and wet,
All this beauty crowds my eyes,
But it's you I can't forget.
Ever since we've been apart,
I've been tense and tangled about the heart.
Miss your laugh in the light of the day,
Your lisping wisper in the dark.
Long supple smoky girl, you rambler, you.
You know you liven my eyes.
I was hungry and you held the end of my spoon.
You filled my up by surprise!
Oh, there was comfort in your touch
Made all the colors fly in my head
Just like a thirsty fish drinking cupfuls of breath.
Pleased to breathe you, oh, you lovely rest.
Well, I've been practicing your name, trying to get it right.
Practicing your name, trying to get it right.
Icy, black, and warm; vital, wet, and white, you know it.
I'm a sad schoolboy, I'm a sad schoolboy.
I'm a sad schoolboy, I'm staring at you.
Long supple smoky girl, you rambler, you.
You know you liven my eyes.
I was hungry and you held the end of my spoon.
You filled my up by surprise.
Hey, Siobhan, where you gone?
When you go, take me with you.
'Cause aren't we becoming? Haven't we been
Plunged in cool water, stricken by wind?
Now you're far from me,
Gone across that pond to stay.
I'll just stand here on the shore and watch the horizon fade.
All the music of the spheres,
And still it's your voice I hear,
Full of lilt, full of tune in languorous days.
There's gold in them hills, oh, come back and see.
There's gold in them hills, oh, and there's gold in me.
Oh, long, supple, smoky girl, you rambler, you.
You know you liven my eyes.
I was hungry and you held the end of my spoon.
You filled my up by surprise.
Nothern morning green and wet,
All this beauty crowds my eyes,
But it's you I can't forget.
Ever since we've been apart,
I've been tense and tangled about the heart.
Miss your laugh in the light of the day,
Your lisping wisper in the dark.
Long supple smoky girl, you rambler, you.
You know you liven my eyes.
I was hungry and you held the end of my spoon.
You filled my up by surprise!
Oh, there was comfort in your touch
Made all the colors fly in my head
Just like a thirsty fish drinking cupfuls of breath.
Pleased to breathe you, oh, you lovely rest.
Well, I've been practicing your name, trying to get it right.
Practicing your name, trying to get it right.
Icy, black, and warm; vital, wet, and white, you know it.
I'm a sad schoolboy, I'm a sad schoolboy.
I'm a sad schoolboy, I'm staring at you.
Long supple smoky girl, you rambler, you.
You know you liven my eyes.
I was hungry and you held the end of my spoon.
You filled my up by surprise.
Hey, Siobhan, where you gone?
When you go, take me with you.
'Cause aren't we becoming? Haven't we been
Plunged in cool water, stricken by wind?
Now you're far from me,
Gone across that pond to stay.
I'll just stand here on the shore and watch the horizon fade.
All the music of the spheres,
And still it's your voice I hear,
Full of lilt, full of tune in languorous days.
There's gold in them hills, oh, come back and see.
There's gold in them hills, oh, and there's gold in me.
Oh, long, supple, smoky girl, you rambler, you.
You know you liven my eyes.
I was hungry and you held the end of my spoon.
You filled my up by surprise.
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from Living In Skin,
released May 1, 2000
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Jason Harrod Durham, North Carolina
“What singer-songwriter Jason Harrod does best is turn daily moments numinous. Quite simply, Harrod’s imagination is for
this world; he finds deep secrets in ordinary places.” — Image Journal
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