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Flash Freeze
by Miss Emily Brown
 
I don't care about the bugs,
I only want to sit outside the house with you.
And don't care our home's begun to lean,
I only want to hear your laughter.
 
I know that it's coming down hard
but I'm not going to shut the windows down.
There's a bottle here to finish up
so mix your words up in a cup and drink to me.
 
Flash freeze on your hands
the Peters child sick in bed
and a wolf inside, a wolf inside
a wolf inside your sleeping head.
 
Flash freeze on your hands
the tallest fiddler in the band
he held your eye and he held your hand
drop your fire and smother it dead,
drop your fire.
 
I don't care to be your wife,
in fact I don't think you know what you're offering.
All the brides lined up to get a
seat inside the cage they throw the lions in.
 
Catch me when I'm weak, when I am sick
In winter, or too much smoking the fantasy.
Take all that ambition that you feel
and go fix something that needs fixing.
 
Flash freeze on your mind
a lightning bolt came right inside
My queen was closing the windows down
in her nightgown, a sudden storm
 
Flash freeze on the telephone
a haywagon came rushing home
A boy was standing on the back
with a pitchfork in his hand
drop your fire.
 
Dynamite in the cofferdam
less like a lion and more like a lamb.
It was first july 1958,
over she came with her poker face.
 
Cut the ribbon on a brand new town,
on a brand new life, a brand new sound
As coins trickle into a time machine,
dive in the river where the old road leads.
 
Flash freeze on your hands
rapids rushing through the canal
so loud that you could hardly hear
but now they're gone you can't think clear.
 
Flash freeze on your hands
water gallopped over the land
Your childhood under water now
fifty years depression found you.
 
Flash freeze on your mind
a lighting fork came right inside
My queen was closing the windows down
in her nightgown, a sudden storm
 
Flash freeze on the telephone
a haywagon came rushing home
A boy was standing on the back
with a pitchfork in his hand
Drop your fire.

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from All of My Lakes Lay Frozen Over, released April 26, 2010

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