Moving Pictures-Thomas Dybdahl

Moving Pictures - Thomas Dybdahl Why old man Chose a time to Leave us Had he raised The rock he shook Mother's nerves Are tired from work He got away But he's not quite Gone He got away But he's not quite Gone Across a lake From the western shore Thunder Howls the wrath of gods That's how the pagans wreched The clouds And now it's coming But we're holding on We know it's coming But we're holding on On the bluffs We caused an earth Fall The glaciers Ruled This land Long before The feet of man And that's the kitten Let the horses out And when the sadden Till the sky cries out These peoples crying That who'd be torn As the sun rolls off On the big smoke My hands were fire And ice Shook On the building Oh back to room days And we gave Up that On the cloud of kids Moving pictures Carrying me away Through the windows Far from afar From the square lot of a farm From the meadow To the maddie's porch And the garden From the tavern porch