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[ar:Ian Anderson]
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[00:18.359]Postcard Day - Ian Anderson
[00:37.809]My eyes are white circles above cheekbones on fire:
[00:42.829]Pale hand gripping my pen
[00:46.709]Rounding up to the zero adding infinite fractions
[00:50.349]Letting nine become ten
[00:54.250]Two pink doves strut the shingles
[00:58.700]Picking crumbs from the breakfast I saved
[01:02.980]For you dear and I wish you were here
[01:17.660]Focus on the fine indeterminate line
[01:22.500]Where the sky meets the sea
[01:26.670]Desperate midweek words banal and absurd
[01:30.380]Freely flow out of me
[01:34.870]Well I may be a hostage to summer
[01:39.060]But I'm a hostage not a slave
[01:43.310]And I'm clear that I wish you were here
[01:47.050]On this postcard day
[02:14.610]Precious cargo of flotsam: mixed memories on an ocean tide
[02:22.710]Swim madly with spice from the orient
[02:25.790]On a mystery watery carpet ride
[02:32.450]But with the sun going down the wind goes around;
[02:37.010]Blows them back out of mind
[03:07.530]My eyes are white circles staring down past the point
[03:12.090]Of my restless pen
[03:16.410]While the ghosts of my youth all sworn to the truth
[03:21.280]Call my name again
[03:24.340]Two brown legs don't make a summer
[03:28.450]But two brown arms couldn't keep me away
[03:32.760]Well my dear I wish you were here
[03:36.210]On this postcard day