Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Cowboy Junkies - Powderfinger

Someone who has barely left childhood but now facing death through conflict - the most brutal coming of age imaginable.

Look out, Mama,
there's a white boat
comin' up the river
With a big red beacon,
and a flag,
and a man on the rail
I think you'd better call John,
'Cause it don't
look like they're here
to deliver the mail
And it's less than a mile away
I hope they didn't come to stay
It's got numbers on the side
and a gun
And it's makin' big waves

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