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corn palace
04:07
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Plastic bags are catching air
they’re dancing
Reaching wings white as wedding gowns
Haven’t known for years where you are,
I’m not asking
The revival must be over.
The tents are coming down.
oil derricks
old men bending
Is it me
or is it everything that’s ending
I was a boy when they built
the new corn palace
There’s ’s nothing like it anywhere
they’d tell us
It ’ll bring folks in from everywhere,
far away as Dallas
Corn palace will save the town
Bet you don’t get back to South Dakota
You said there’s nothing here
but indians and gin
Don’t know how you’d find me
I don’t look much like the photos
Whatever man you’d come to look for
I’m not him
Hollas creek is up and running
so much snow last winter
Cows are chewing sideways
you know why I think of you
If you ask me
the sun has gotten thinner
I can stare straight up at it.
Something you’re not supposed to do
Nobody bales these days. They roll em
It’s quick and easy
but it wastes a lot of hay
Why’d we waste so much money
getting married at the Palace
I Forget why it had to be
Saint Catherine’s day
Bet you don’t get back to south Dakota
You said there’s nothing here
but indians and gin
I don’t know how you’d find me
I don't look much like the photos
Whoever you’d come to look for
I’m not him
Plastic bags like dancers at a wedding
Its crazy the things folks throw away
What if we’d got hitched
at the courthouse instead
Put the money down on the Hartman place
angry for years after you left me
Don’t know where all those years or
All that that anger went
Is it true what they
say when you left you were pregnant
That you had the kid
and gave the kid away?
Think of you
when I see hay rolls.
Of you and all that wasted hay
Everybody got so wasted
at our wedding at the Palace
Hey why’d it have to be
St. Catherine’s day
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we rolled up the rugs
03:14
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We busted the bunk bed
We all do what Anne says
Tore down some paper
rolled up the rugs
Brass dish stuck to it
Spread out melted candle
Some had spilled out on top of the
Half grand piano
I sat at the bench for while
Then we strapped the lid shut
Once the old ball gets rolling
The old ball gets rolling
That old rolling ball doesn't stop
You end up getting fooled by the simplest equations
If you’re smart
You start making stuff up
dig enough holes
Put up enough houses
A mountains no longer a place
Haul off what’s been holding
Cut down something living
You gotta live you gotta live with mistakes
Tiny white flowers
Endowed with power
power to judge
power to save
see something like that
Growing up out of a crack
Power
in the ugliest place
ma knew to look when she needed to look
She Saw what she needed to see
My old man never new when to sit down
Or shut up
Theres more pa than my ma in me
We all do what Anne says
Busted the bunk bed
rolled up the rugs
Drug em out to the street
Brass dish stuck to it
Spread out melted candle
Not one of us ever learned
to play the piano
How hard could it be to play the piano
I sat down and looked
Down at the keys
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