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Third track from the album Saint of the Open Opera (2010)

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Passing Notes
Nathan Brown and Ginnifer Brown, 2003

It's the height of fashion I believe - To wear this heart out on my sleeve
But it gets pulled off as you pass - And in its place a chip of glass

The violence goes unbroken - It's itching in my palms right now
Faith I have no token - And you can mark me deep and how
Smell like electric smoke and cheap cologne and daffodils
Unknown, unseen, unspoken
Thrill

And a stupid grin is on my face - We're moving like a three-leg race
And the gospel starts to sound like truth - Received in filling in my tooth

The silent vow is shaken - You heard the words that have no sound
In symbols and ruins pagan - A dirty limerick written down
That in my soul awakens strongest love and purest will
Misread, misled, mistaken
Thrill

My islet now is so lost - Cracked rocks resolve to solve this howl
And all the shame is focused - My hungry heart begins to growl
Hum like a swarm of locust - Paean for the dentist drill
Holy, hopeless, holocaust
Thrill

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from Saint of the Open Opera, released March 24, 2011
Written by Nathan and Ginnifer Brown
Performed by Just Like the Country
Ginnifer Brown: Vocal, bass
Nathan Brown: Guitars, programming

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