Rosemary - Scott Walker
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Voices from a photograph
Laughed from your wall
Screamed through your dreams
Wake up rosemary and wipe your teary eyes
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Rise and cross the cold bare floor
And watch the moon through frosted glass
Damn that photograph
I'll have to take it down
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She hears the boats as they move down the river
She sees a dog straining hard on his leash to get away
She hears the clock and it strikes like a hammer
Pounding the nails one day further in the coffin of her
Youth
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Evenings with your mother's friends
Pregnant eyes, sagging chins
Swollen fingertips
Pour antique cups of tea
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Who are you and where you been?
Suspended in a weightless wind
Watching trains go by
From platforms in the rain
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Look at the photograph
Dream back last summer
Dream back the lips
Of that traveling salesman, mr. jim
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He