Justin Rutledge - Alberta Breeze

"Alberta Breeze" by Justin Rutledge, off of his 2008 album Man Descending. Oh my city is dressed in skin her lips are dark, her ankles thin oh my dizzy ballerina won't you give us a spin My country is cold in autmun's chains every time I think of her it rains when she breathes upon the morning she shakes all the weathervanes I try to keep a steady hand 'cause I'm livin' in a shaky land Lord I try to be an honest man but it's tougher than I ever planned In the westbound air tonight are those centuries my tongue-tied beheaded bride the Alberta breeze Oh David drive like you never done oh Sarah sing like you never sung oh my dizzy ballerina spin like you never spun Now I'm sendin' you a telegram 'bout my days in the caravan with the steers and the bleating lambs took the money and away I ran But I recall how the dress you wore rose above your knees as the thrust flew from the mouth of the Alberta breeze And the summer's turned its back on me with a sorrow-laden symmetry with a highway kinda robbery like my life was an apology And I don't think about you all the time only when the trees sway somehow slaughtered by the Alberta breeze
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