The Fields Were A Rothko Brown

from Every Pilot's Blinded By The Sun by The Riffbrokers

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well she came from a railroad town
the fields were a Rothko brown
she laid out from end to end
watch how her middle track bends

See how your little world ends

well the saints got a thing to say

The old folks they like it that way
they count their blessings every day
but you better leave this railroad town
you are foolish to wait around for such things

Well the sagebrush hasnt changed much
and the mountains cannot lie
bruce willis cannot will this it cannot die

Well the graveyards turned to pasture

Under cowshit and the clouds

The fireants will have their pastime

They’re holdin’ out. Bet your ass they’re holdin’ out

For such time

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from Every Pilot's Blinded By The Sun, released 06 May 2011

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Northwest powerpop twang outfit formed 1999, Boise Idaho. Band nucleus Nick and Heather Millward moved to Seattle the following year. They've traveled the land since and released over five full length albums on their homemade label Unsmashable Records.