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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Indigo Girls
Interprète
Emily Saliers
Chant
Mary Chapin Carpenter
Voix supplémentaires
Amy Ray
Chant
Paulinho Da Costa
Percussion
Kenny Aronoff
Batterie
Peter Holsapple
Accordéon
Benmont Tench
Accordéon
Sara Lee
Basse
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Emily Saliers
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Scott Litt
Production
Clif Norrell
Ingénieries complémentaires
Paroles
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
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