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The Ostracism Of Vinny Lalor Lyrics
All around the room in a whirl
You saw dancers catch fire when you were still a girl
In a town that’s built on the whispers of tattlers
But yet to inspire a single a single dot in the Commonwealth atlas
God only knows how these things ever start
An empty plate in the place of a heart
That finds it’s way on a trail of crumbs
And stains windowpanes on the prints of thumbs
So go take rest
Pull the blankets up tightly with your knees to your chest
A far off sound
But to such delicate ears it must seem like there’s a zoo burning down
A nagging ache there must be some place better
Searched through every library book down to the last letter
Even Thornfield Manor sounds enticing
With echoes down the hall and on the walls the heads of bison
So go take rest
Pull the blankets up tightly with your knees to your chest
A schoolyard song
And no one can blame you for getting it so horribly wrong
The old saddlers breath that always smells of leather
The café sign letters been faded forever
Irrelevant facts from the history tester
Snowed under the chalk dust of last semester
Can’t you see
What it’s done to your mother, what it’s done to me?
All their words
Will shatter into pieces when I lock you in my arms again
You saw dancers catch fire when you were still a girl
In a town that’s built on the whispers of tattlers
But yet to inspire a single a single dot in the Commonwealth atlas
An empty plate in the place of a heart
That finds it’s way on a trail of crumbs
And stains windowpanes on the prints of thumbs
Pull the blankets up tightly with your knees to your chest
A far off sound
But to such delicate ears it must seem like there’s a zoo burning down
Searched through every library book down to the last letter
Even Thornfield Manor sounds enticing
With echoes down the hall and on the walls the heads of bison
Pull the blankets up tightly with your knees to your chest
A schoolyard song
And no one can blame you for getting it so horribly wrong
The café sign letters been faded forever
Irrelevant facts from the history tester
Snowed under the chalk dust of last semester
What it’s done to your mother, what it’s done to me?
All their words
Will shatter into pieces when I lock you in my arms again
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I love this lyric, and it's a bloody great song.
If anyone has any idea what any of it means, please spill the beans.
A tragic tale it seems. The song notes from Candle records website in reference to Fingertips and Mountaintops:
A tragic tale it seems. The song notes from Candle records website in reference to Fingertips and Mountaintops:
Vinny Lalor lived in the township of Pomona in the 1940s, and attended a school dance in the very hall we recorded this album in. Shy and unassuming but always deep thinking she sat on a chair against the wall watching the townsfolk swirl around the dance floor or huddle on the edges in their little coteries. She didn't understand them nor them her. She might as well have come from Pluto (even though she read that the planets surface gets down...
Vinny Lalor lived in the township of Pomona in the 1940s, and attended a school dance in the very hall we recorded this album in. Shy and unassuming but always deep thinking she sat on a chair against the wall watching the townsfolk swirl around the dance floor or huddle on the edges in their little coteries. She didn't understand them nor them her. She might as well have come from Pluto (even though she read that the planets surface gets down to -235C so therefore would be unable to spawn any life form). After the dance a local half-witted pimpled lad walked her home and awkwardly delivered her first kiss. At school on Monday out of embarrassment he refused to even speak to her and the other class mates ridiculed her. As harmless as it may sound the situation spiraled out of control and inexorably led to tragedy. I can't think about this album with out thinking about Vinny Lalor.