December 19, 2006

Grace Cathedral Hill

Grace Cathedral hill
All wrapped in bones of setting sun
All dust and stone and moribund
I paid twenty-five cents to light
A little white candle
For a New Year's Day
I sat and watched it burn away
Then turned and weaved
Through slow decay
We were both a little hungry
So we went to get a hot dog.

From the Decemberists' Grace Cathedral Hill

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4 Comments:

Blogger Paul Capewell said...

I am loving your posting recently Jessie :)

11:17 AM  
Anonymous Jimbo Jones said...

That is a pretty picture, but I like the Wellingtown one better.

5:56 PM  
Blogger owens valley tomatohead said...

It's my favorite Decemberists' tune. (Yes, I do listen to nonKiwis every now and then). A fellow here died when I was getting to know that album. I put the song on when I think of him, and I think of him when I hear the song. His lovely English wife is spending Xmas on your fair shores this year.

9:55 PM  
Blogger Jessie said...

I meant to listen to it on New Year's Day, only I was hiding for most of it, and then when I remembered as we were sitting companionably around the campfire, my ipod battery and the petrol generator (for the amp) simultaneously died.

2:34 AM  

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