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and click here to download the MP3 of "The Fire Escape (snailspace) Live 05"!

download the MP3 of "Blue Loon 98"!

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The Fire Escape Demo 05

The Fire Escape (snailspace) Live

Blue Loon Demo 98

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The lyrics to "The Fire Escape"
"The fire escape she climbed it one night, and sat by my side in the pale moon light / her breath, mingled with mine, perfumed the air with the smell of cheap wine / all the time when she told her mom why she had gone to Banff she'd come and climb the fire escape and wait, for me to arrive with some wine / a bottle of rot-gut costs six-ninety-nine, which I can earn in an hour, one dish at a time. ///
"The fire escape it overlooked the bear-proof dumpsters by the beautiful brook, which flowed to the Bow, the glacial Bow, that burned with green fire neath aurora's green glow / high boreal meadows, responding blue, this is true, we'd sit and laugh and wail, overheard by whiskey-jacks and quail / and ravens knew our shouts, knew our threats, knew our doubts / secret elk eyed us gravely, from the shaded woods. ///
"The fire escape was perched to the side of a weatherbeaten wall of a rickety dive / where we all lived, and some people died, where some of us fled after hitching a ride / in the summer of twenty-O-three, by September nineteenth there still had not been a single drop of rain, and a fear fell into her brain / her home she could smell in the ash in the air, the Okanagan was on fire, her Vinland a-flare."

copyright 2006 Jesse J. Powell