The muted applause of rain
Sleeves wrapped like licorice on the back seat of our train
Splintered driftwood half moon on my tounge
And other things the backs of leaves should have warned us from
Like laying down in piles
And laughing all day long

Jackets sewn like an American quilt

In a smile
The patience of sea salt smoothing shards of a bottle
Reminding us that we're here
Reminding us that we never left
Reminding us that we're on our way home

We made sand from the shakers
Previously lent to the beach by us
We were palm brooms finally learning to stomach their salts
That's when she said
"There are so many things I would have thrown in the ocean
When I was younger, but underneath couch cushions seems a less obvious goodbye"

And I agreed
And continued to build her an ashtray in the sand

The muted applause of rain
Sleeves wrapped like licorice
On the back seat of our train

Lyrics submitted by Tony Clifton

American Quilts song meanings
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    General Commentnice job with some of these lyrics; i've been trying to figure them out for a while. the only thing i might suggest is "previously sent" rather than "lent", but i guess that's not terribly important, plus so much of it is hard to make out that any amendment anyone could try to make would probably involve a reinterpretation of the whole thing. love me some dave.

    "sleeves wrapped like licorice" is the best line EVER.
    jeremiahjohnsonon January 02, 2010   Link

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