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The Lyric Jungle
A Future Me
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A Future Me
Avenue C'd
Belly Under
Better You Than Me
Brilliant Petty Crime
Built Like Switzerland
Come To Cleveland
Diamonds are Forever (and so are Grudges)
Dress Down
Due Course
Every Horse
False Start
Fool Girl Parade
From What is Good
The Fundy Bay Forecast
Heartland, Heartburn
I'll Take It...
I Might Have to....
Two-Toned Gallery
In With The Old
It's Not Yesterday
Just Four Times More
Leeway
Make Do
Makeshift Grounds
Mind Done Run
Mouth the Words
Nothin' Too Special
Opaquer Place
Planet Placement
Rubber Souled Shoes
Scaled
Science Can't Be Coy
Shamrock Days
Shenandoah Waltz
Slips My Mind
Something to Unleash
Squinting Optometrist
Stump House Thanks Song
Tell-tale Sign
There, There
Trickster
Worn

This is the first song Siobhan wrote on the piano.  I guess it was finally time to use those 12 years of piano lessons.  This song is about her sister Jean.  Written in July 2005.

We got bundled up and bunched in our puffy parkas
Put on hand-me-down snow pants that kept out precipitation
And we would head to sled down the hill in our backyard
Which is quite small but at the time it looked so large.
 
A plastic orange sled could turn into so many different things:
A Flash Gordon shuttle, a Barbie convertible or Gargamel's flying bed
or stand on the sled like we were surfing through Narragansett Bay.
A plastic orange sled could turn into so many different things.
 
And I got me an angel
She's me from an angle
I couldn't picture who I'd be
but I hoped it would be you
 
Lying on our backs, stretched out like an X
Wave our arms and legs and lo and behold, when we stood, angels took our place
I was tall for my age, she was shorter than most, so our angels looked like twins.
Leaving a snow fossil that we both could fit in.
A shape that suited her best except it needed a heart too big for it's chest
At the end of our trip, we'd sip on Quik,
(that chocolate bunny on the logo)
and get ready for the evening of watching "ShaNaNa" and "The Muppet Show".
She took me under her wings, and let me believe I could be anything.
 
And I got me an angel
She's me from an angle
I couldn't picture who I'd be
but i hoped it would be you
 
My sister Jean said I'd be a grown-up with a really long braid.
And now I do, I couldn't picture who I'd be
but I really wanted that braid!
Could I have imagined a city not so far away?
Three feet of snow not yet pigmented by piss on President's Day.
 
A city with a scarf wrapped around it's trap
wool over my eyes like an oversized hat
Shushed by snow, flakes muffling all the sounds I'd come to know.
A future me enters, long-braided, wonderin' if I could make it
Waiting for Jean to sled on by
and ask me if it was time for a ride
 
And i dont' need angels
She's me from an angle
I couldn't picture who I'd be
but i hoped it would be you.

jean rocks