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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Indigo Girls
Indigo Girls
Performer
Emily Saliers
Emily Saliers
Vocals
Mary Chapin Carpenter
Mary Chapin Carpenter
Additional Vocals
Amy Ray
Amy Ray
Vocals
Paulinho Da Costa
Paulinho Da Costa
Percussion
Kenny Aronoff
Kenny Aronoff
Drums
Peter Holsapple
Peter Holsapple
Accordion
Benmont Tench
Benmont Tench
Accordion
Sara Lee
Sara Lee
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Emily Saliers
Emily Saliers
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Scott Litt
Scott Litt
Producer
Clif Norrell
Clif Norrell
Additional Engineer

Songtexte

Clearing webs from the hovel A blistered hand on the handle of a shovel I've been digging too deep I always do I see my face on the surface I look a lot like narcissus A dark abyss of an emptiness Standing on the edge of a drowning blue I look behind my ears for the green And even my sweat smells clean Glare off the white hurts my eyes I gotta get out of bed Get a hammer and a nail Learn how to use my hands Not just my head I think myself in a jail Now i know a refuge never grows From a chin in a hand And a thoughtful pose Gotta tend the earth If you want a rose I had a lot of good intentions Sit around for fifty years And then collect a pension Started seeing the road to hell And just where it starts But my life is more than a vision The sweetest part is acting After making a decision Started seeing the whole As a sum of its parts And i look behind my ears for the green And even my sweat smells clean Glare off the white hurts my eyes Gotta get out of bed Get a hammer and a nail Learn how to use my hands Not just my head I think myself in a jail Now i know a refuge never grows From a chin in a hand And a thoughtful pose Gotta tend the earth If you want a rose My life is part of the global life I'd found myself becoming more immobile When i'd think a little girl in the world Can't do anything A distant nation my community And a street person my responsibility If i have a care in the world I have a gift to bring I look behind my ears for the green Even my sweat smells clean Glare off the white hurts my eyes I gotta get out of bed Get a hammer and a nail Learn how to use my hands Not just my head I think myself in a jail Now i know a refuge never grows From a chin in a hand And a thoughtful pose Gotta tend the earth If you want a rose
Writer(s): Emily Ann Saliers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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