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Erin Jordan: Music

Circus Song (lyrics)

(Erin Jordan and The Whiskey Romance)
September, 2008
Erin Jordan
Filthy hands, filthy floor, filthy faith and what's more
We came to this place to be less pure
We came to this place to wash ourselves clean
And then become dirty once more

You came from a place where there was nothing to do
This town is like a great big circus to you
We defied all the rules and broke the curfews
And stripped off all there is to loose

Now we are working on our masterpeices one day at a time
The sun will keep us warm and the moon will make us shine
These days are so significant but somehow they still pass
You think you are Jack Kerouac
I think I am Sylvia Plath

I try to ween you off the bottle
But you get so bored with water
Boy, you are like such a toddler to me
You try to ween me off depression but I say there is no
more beautiful expression of never getting bored
with your own pain.....
We can't go back out through the front door
Because the bread crumbs got eaten by all those crows
So 1,2,3 - here we go

And this harvest rain won't fall down drop by drop
Cause when it rains in this season
It pours down on us
When it rains in this season it pours down on us
The second hand keeps ticking on like it must
And I feel the south wind blowing me back up north