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Raindance

from Passengers by Boab Millar

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Raindance

Watching from windows
Covered in dust
Looking through rose-tinted glass
The stories and tales
That we learned from the old
We passed on intently
And bought whatever they sold

Based on a tale
She recovers the notes
She left lying unread by her side
Waiting to let motions ride
She's the bride

Once more the soldier
Who falls on his gun
And more for the farmer
Who's sick of the sun
They're making a raindance
And call on the gods
But yet it keeps burning
Still we call on the love

Tripping on ladders
And under the stairs
The meaning is lost in the past
The message we send
That will lie on the wind
And broken and fickle
We'll sail it before we are asked

Made from a tape
That was mixed for a dance
That never got listened to then
The record is endlessly spinned
From the start

The birth of a nation
The death of a star
One morning in heaven
And a night from afar
A man can take so much
Before he collects
I tried to respect him
It's what he expects

Once more for a starman
Who's guiding us home
And more for the King there
Who sits on his throne
I once had a memory
Of a time long since past
A day in the life of
The gift from the stars

Once more the soldier
Who falls on his gun
And more for the farmer
Who's sick of the sun
They're wanting a raindance
And call on the gods
But yet it keeps burning
And the dance is called love

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from Passengers, track released March 29, 2014

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Boab Millar Glasgow, UK

Singer songwriter from Glasgow UK.

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