Dog Prophecies

Josie Edwards

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    My mother's in the garden, my brother's in the yard
    Dad's under the car, swearing at God
    In the late July evening, I'm watching the sky
    Usher my grandfather one last goodbye

    As the pink fades to orange, I am wishing once more
    I were nine and that time were a friend, one of mine
    I go (ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh)

    But now, who am I kidding? Never had one of those
    I swirl in the backyard, I run with the ghosts
    As the neighbor's dog barking his prophetic spout
    Your youth is a crown that you're doomed to lose now
    And the war's on the home front, it's coming by twos
    As the late July heat crashes over you
    And if love had a spark, it went out on the Fourth
    It was buried in the backyard, why carry the torch?

    Now it roams through the garden where the vegetables grow
    And my mother, the gardener, where she will stop
    I don't know (ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh)
    I don't know (ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh)

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    (Heavyweight, take a break, take a load, take it off)
    (Gravity, gravity, have some grace on me)
    (Heavyweight, take a break, take a load, take it off)
    (Gravity, gravity, have some grace on me)
    Heavyweight, take a break, take a load, take it off
    Gravity, gravity, have some grace on me
    Heavyweight, take a break, take a load, take it off
    Gravity, gravity, have some grace on me

    Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
    Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh

    Now my brother, he's a good one, he was born a grown man
    Knee stains of cut grass, still he's coming in last
    Too soft in the middle, the town turns up its nose
    Can you see through my riddle? To the child still wearing his clothes
    Can you get close? Still wearing his clothes
    Can you get close?

    The Midwest has fallen, Downtown wants it back
    Hope they have a cement that can seal up the cracks
    Take my stone fruit and thunder, lock it up tight
    But no city street show can block out the sight

    Of my mother, my brother, my father, and that late July night
    Of my mother, my brother, the gardener, and that late July night

    (Heavyweight, take a break, take a load, take it off)
    (Gravity, gravity, have some grace on me)
    (Heavyweight, take a break, take a load, take it off)
    (Heavyweight, take a break, take a break)
    (Take a break)

    Heavyweight, take a break, take a load, take it off
    Gravity, gravity, have some grace on me
    Heavyweight, take a break, take a load, take it off
    Gravity, gravity, have some grace
    Heavyweight, take a break, take a load, take it off
    Gravity, gravity, have some grace on me
    Heavyweight, take a break, take a load, take it off
    Gravity, gravity, have some grace on me

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    Composición: Josie Edwards

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