Jane Siberry - Vladimir Vladimir lyrics

rate me

section I

(many voices overlapping):

I wouldn't call it dark one spade

three spades I wouldn't call it

light either four spades pass oh

oh there go all my coins there's

someone at the door what was that?

there's water nearby I can tell

drop down to or pass on by? pass

on by and after the meeting they

asked me if I would like to become

the conductor of their choir I

couldn't believe it isn't it fantastic?

it's not art it's self-defense it

it captures him he has to capture

it back it's a power struggle self-

defense it's not art not art are

these your coins? oh yeah did you

sit down? are you cold? no I'm cold

I mean yes grainy I was thinking

of something else pretty cold brrr

no don't sound like you're reading

it just sort of say it there are

mountains nearby like you're moving

through the night I can tell and

it's grainy I can hear the coins

dropping on them drop down to or

pass on by? pass on by has nothing

to do with the church because it

is a choir from the church but they

say it doesn't matter we sing other

songs as well beauty without scrutiny

that's a true definition of it

I could tell it was beautiful before

I even saw it and I pressed through

the tourists swimming swimming

through the freezing pins to see and I

couldn't see you could say one more

silent something pressing through the

graininess of night I'm really longing

forward to see you now let the music

play for a while grainy grainy this

time I remembered to say I love

you and then we moved through a

dark valley and then up into the

sky and I said LOOK! LOOK! but there

was not a speck to be seen...

but there's water nearby...

mmm mmm...

section II

there is a man

standing in a field

leans on his hoe

stares down the furrows

counts on his fingers

one more endless flight

of the inarticulate soul

that he borrows

section III

Vladimir Vladimir

standing in the field

'til he lines his

sight along the furrows

waiting for the...

waiting for the...

waiting for the flight

set against the fading light

waiting for his

hand to put the hoe down

waiting for the...

waiting for the...

waiting for the flight