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
posted by Jessie at 05:23
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4 Comments:
I am loving your posting recently Jessie :)
That is a pretty picture, but I like the Wellingtown one better.
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.
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.
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