Paroles de la chanson Dog Prophecies par Josie Edwards

My mother's in the garden, my brother's in the yard
Dad's under the car, swearing at God
In the late July evening, I'm watching the sky
Usher my grandfather one last goodbye
As the pink fades to orange, I am wishing once more
I were nine and that time were a friend, one of mine
I go ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
But now, who am I kidding? Never had one of those
I swirl in the backyard, I run with the ghosts
As the neighbor's dog barking his prophetic spout:
"Your youth is a crown
That you're doomed to lose now"

And the war's on the home front, it's coming by twos
As the late July heat crashes over you
And if love had a spark, it went out on the Fourth
It was buried in the backyard, why carry the torch?
Now it roams through the garden where the vegetables grow
And my mother, the gardener, where she will stop
I don't know, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh

Now my brother, he's a good one
He was born a grown man
Knee stains of cut grass, still he's coming in last
Too soft in the middle, the town turns up its nose

"Can you see through my riddle?" to the child still wearing his clothes
Can you get close?
Still wearing his clothes
Can you get close?
The Midwest has fallen, Downtown wants it back
Hope they have a cement that can seal up the cracks
Take my stone fruit and thunder, lock it up tight
But no city street show can block out the sight
Of my mother, my brother, my father, and that late July night
Of my mother, my brother, the gardener, and that late July night
(Heavyweight, take a break)