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About Strange Lands and People
by Daniel Gadd
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Well it's a quarter after midnight and you're walking home
The wind hits you like ice and you're chilled to the bone
And your chest feels heavy and your head's bowed low
And your thoughts are running thick and muddy and slow
And you knew what you had to say, you had it clear in your mind
And for some reason thought things would be different this time
But of course they weren't and the words just didn't come
Now you're stuck with dead words on the end of your tongue
You see the thing about these dreams of yours is they're fragile in form
And in the cold light of day are too easily torn
And behind you they're all talking and laughing and drinking
But here you are walking like a ship's anchor sinking
And out of nowhere a car door slams
And a cat jumps out from under a van
Runs down a side road you somehow failed to see
All the hundreds of times you've been up and down this street
And you're hit by the full force of something pushed back and hidden
That's found a crack somewhere and rapidly risen
From some river or lake buried way down in the deep black earth
And you can't quite explain it but you just need to know
What's lying at the end of that tucked away road
You find yourself in a courtyard completely alone
Surrounded by tall trees that creak and groan
And point out a pathway dim-lit by the glow
From a small old church of weathered stone
The door's half open so you step inside
And your heart starts pounding and your jaw drops wide
'Cause there're thousands of candles and in their flickering light
Is the biggest stained glass window you've ever seen in your life
And you call out to see if anyone else is around
But your only answer back is the dust-muffled sound
Of an ancient clock ticking in an ancient steeple
And you're alone in this stained glass world of strange lands and people
And towering above you is Saint Lawrence in a tall fire burning
But he's joking and laughing as he's twisting and turning
And beside him stands Saint Sebastian with three arrows in his side
But again no trace of fear or pain in his eyes
And there's a town named after him in the North of Spain
And you remember you were there once in a thick cloud of rain
On a steep green mountain with four close friends
And in the mist and the fog a long wooden fence
Was all you had to direct you, your only guide
And standing there calmly on the other side were two black horses, silent and strong
And you found yourself staring so close and so long
That their colours started to change and they multiplied
Into twenty desert horses in a long ragged line
For the watering hole an old town left behind
Under layers of mountains etched into the sky
While old abandoned buildings whispered and sighed
Half-buried in the rust-red sand
When the night-time falls in this desert you're in
You're driving tired at the wheel and your head starts to spin
And you think you can make out these figures panning the sand
For diamonds left stranded where the river once ran
Your thoughts start to wander and your mind starts to stray
And the dust in your headlights murmurs and sways
As your windshield gets hit hard by a cold winter rain
On the road to your dad's new place on the coast of St. James
And you remember that house on that hill in that storm
And you remember well sleeping there safe and warm
While all manner of spirits filled the room in the night
Carried in by waves crashing on the rocks outside
And you're all the while standing in front of that stained glass mirror
But the candles are low so you step in near
And you see yourself walking on your old route home
With your hands in your pockets and your head bowed low
And you get to the sidewalk outside your flat
But there's a light on in the window, someone beat you back
And someplace far off a church bell rings
An old clock ticks and a sparrow sings
And you look up again and the shade's been drawn
And all that's left for you to do my friend is wait for the dawn
Well it's a quarter after midnight and you're walking home
The wind hits you like ice and you're chilled to the bone
And your chest feels heavy and your head's bowed low
And your thoughts are running thick and muddy and slow
And you knew what you had to say, you had it clear in your mind
And for some reason thought things would be different this time
But of course they weren't and the words just didn't come
Now you're stuck with dead words on the end of your tongue
You see the thing about these dreams of yours is they're fragile in form
And in the cold light of day are too easily torn
And behind you they're all talking and laughing and drinking
But here you are walking like a ship's anchor sinking
And out of nowhere a car door slams
And a cat jumps out from under a van
Runs down a side road you somehow failed to see
All the hundreds of times you've been up and down this street
And you're hit by the full force of something pushed back and hidden
That's found a crack somewhere and rapidly risen
From some river or lake buried way down in the deep black earth
And you can't quite explain it but you just need to know
What's lying at the end of that tucked away road
You find yourself in a courtyard completely alone
Surrounded by tall trees that creak and groan
And point out a pathway dim-lit by the glow
From a small old church of weathered stone
The door's half open so you step inside
And your heart starts pounding and your jaw drops wide
'Cause there're thousands of candles and in their flickering light
Is the biggest stained glass window you've ever seen in your life
And you call out to see if anyone else is around
But your only answer back is the dust-muffled sound
Of an ancient clock ticking in an ancient steeple
And you're alone in this stained glass world of strange lands and people
And towering above you is Saint Lawrence in a tall fire burning
But he's joking and laughing as he's twisting and turning
And beside him stands Saint Sebastian with three arrows in his side
But again no trace of fear or pain in his eyes
And there's a town named after him in the North of Spain
And you remember you were there once in a thick cloud of rain
On a steep green mountain with four close friends
And in the mist and the fog a long wooden fence
Was all you had to direct you, your only guide
And standing there calmly on the other side were two black horses, silent and strong
And you found yourself staring so close and so long
That their colours started to change and they multiplied
Into twenty desert horses in a long ragged line
For the watering hole an old town left behind
Under layers of mountains etched into the sky
While old abandoned buildings whispered and sighed
Half-buried in the rust-red sand
When the night-time falls in this desert you're in
You're driving tired at the wheel and your head starts to spin
And you think you can make out these figures panning the sand
For diamonds left stranded where the river once ran
Your thoughts start to wander and your mind starts to stray
And the dust in your headlights murmurs and sways
As your windshield gets hit hard by a cold winter rain
On the road to your dad's new place on the coast of St. James
And you remember that house on that hill in that storm
And you remember well sleeping there safe and warm
While all manner of spirits filled the room in the night
Carried in by waves crashing on the rocks outside
And you're all the while standing in front of that stained glass mirror
But the candles are low so you step in near
And you see yourself walking on your old route home
With your hands in your pockets and your head bowed low
And you get to the sidewalk outside your flat
But there's a light on in the window, someone beat you back
And someplace far off a church bell rings
An old clock ticks and a sparrow sings
And you look up again and the shade's been drawn
And all that's left for you to do my friend is wait for the dawn
