Filament
By Mapestmo
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Words on the page took too long to write
‘bout the purple sage that’s addicted to light
Even still, it’s a good place to hide
In the settlement that’s long since died
On the dusty roads, where the goldmines strike
Carve up the hills on a motorbike
Go past the bridge, and bear to the right
Up to Gold Hill Ridge, to camp for the night
Locked in time on the timberline
The elements turned the whole thing dry
The filament burned way too bright
The fuse was lit long ‘fore they arrived
And the songs of old were buried alive
In the canyon deep, on the left hand side
And the fire broke out, with the strike of a match
Before the dawn, while the world took a nap
What’s gone is gone and what’s past is past
And the old growth trees all turned to black
Locked in time on the timberline
The residents bled the whole town dry
All the way to the county line
Turn the page to a better time
The filament burned way too bright
The fuse was lit long ‘fore they arrived
And the songs of old were buried alive
In the canyon deep, on the left hand side
Let it rain, for a little while
Let it rain, for a little while
Let it rain …
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