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Dry Spell
(words & music by Markus Rill) |
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he dry land suite. There's an
analogy between the dried up land and the dried up love affair
of the narrator. Women and weather are equally hard to influence.
I Dreamed I Saw My Tombstone: This is basically a weird song
and it's basically true too. On the first day of winter I
went for a walk and ended up in the cemetery looking at all
the gravestones and getting strange thoughts. |
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It's been a dry spell here in
the desert
It's been a long hard drought
No rain's been coming down, no lover's come back around
It's been a long hard drought
Now I've been lookin' at the great blue sky
Prayin' for a little rain cloud to come on by
A soothin' touch for this dry soil and for this old boy
Well, I've been lookin' at the great blue sky
It's been a dry spell here in the desert
It's been a long hard drought
No rain's been coming down, no lover's come back around
It's been a long hard drought
And there ain't no sign of rain from above
And there ain't no sign of a little love
And you wanna know how it feels
When all I ever see is this wasteland and these barren fields
I see the sun set on this scene and there ain't no-one to
hold me
And you wanna know how it feels
It's been a dry spell here in the desert
It's been a long hard drought
No rain's been coming down, no lover's come back around
It's been a long hard drought
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