"Sweet Sister Temperance" as written by and Melora Creager....
Sweet Sister Temperance
She of the model-hearted innocence
So eloquent and immune to despair
Her tears smooth bands of reddish hair

Why subtle for a
She fainted while baking in the kitchen
Overturning all her merry schemes
For great and small and all things in between

For future and happiness
In a blue field violence
For her glory and her power
She found in her final hour
Great and small and all in between

Sweet Sister Temperance
She of the model-hearted innocence
So eloquent and immune to despair
Her tears smooth bands of reddish hair

One can see the consequence
Of her endless virtue is penitence
In a scarlet letter all her tailored deed
Her tears smooth bands of reddish hair

All defeated I should cry the memory
All defeated I should cry the memory

We had just laid out the garden
Handsome more so now than ever
And exquisite cleanness showing
In diamond square

She kept us enraptured
Gently captured by her tender emotion
Wildflowers growing, we strode a moonlit path
In silent pairs

Sweet Sister Temperance
She of the model-hearted innocence
So eloquent and immune to despair
Her tears smooth bands of reddish hair

One can see the consequence
Of her endless virtue is penitence
In a scarlet letter all her tailored deed
Her tears smooth bands of reddish hair

In a scarlet letter all her tailored deed
Her tears smooth bands of reddish hair

Oh this soon
Oh this soon
Oh this soon
Oh this soon
Oh this soon
Oh this soon


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"Sweet Sister Temperance" as written by Melora Creager

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    General Commenti feel like this song describes a very Hester Prynne-ish sort of character
    smilesandgunfireon September 25, 2010   Link
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    General CommentThe last line ("Home is so far from home") is an Emily Dickenson quote, suggesting that this song is somehow about her, or, knowing Rasputina, about some minute detail of her life.
    AliceBon September 27, 2010   Link
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    Song MeaningFrom Rasputina's website:

    "I've never been into poetry, even though song lyrics are a lot like it. I have thought it pretentious sounding, even though I have a ravenous love for words. But I started coming across biographical tidbits about Emily Dickinson – that she wore only white, that she never left the house. I read "My War are Laid Away in Books", by Alfred Habegger, and became obsessed. She is incredibly fascinating – such a strange character. I got so excited about how her poems related to her life.
    I am interested in artists who were not known or appreciated in their lifetime. J.S. Bach is another one. Now, I wonder why that should interest me so?
    On Easter Sunday, 1809, my paramour and I visited Emily Dickinson's house in Amherst, Mass. It was a great field-trip. It was a thrill to see her own bedroom and the window where she lowered a basket of brownies to the children below! Her brother's house next door is also very interesting. It's quite decrepit and un-renovated, which is just how I like a house to be.
    Her letters are as good as her poems, maybe more so in my opinion. I took phrases from her letters and biography for this song. Of course, as always, I also wrote original lines and took applicable turns of phrase from my cut-n-paste computer notebook. This collage writing is my typical way of working. Hey, I've read that the Bible is a collage!

    Verse, not used:
    Clutching a vanilla-scented heliotrope, and a Lady's Slipper orchid, {flowers on Emily's casket}
    She whispered imploringly to me, {made up}
    "I could not make up my mind; do you think he ever did?" {from a letter by Emily}"
    elevatorladyon August 31, 2011   Link

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