Prayer Flags
from Lunagraphy by The Main Chance
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lyrics
I can see the prayer flags they fly
Papa’s scarf is tied up high
On the ridge and waving there
Blowing in the Himalayan air
I dress in Chicago
And I prepare to go outside
Into winter wondering
If it compares
To Himalayan air
On the couch with Nana
I sat singing songs
She’d worn down a spot after a while
Shifting her feet on the carpet pile
And I’ve got worries of my own
Though not nine children grown
Still I’ve paced a heavy mile
Wearing my own spot on the carpet pile
Lately, I’ve been thinking about going home
Lately, I’ve been wandering out alone
Lately, I’ve been writing down memories
Like stills from a video
Of wind blowing through the trees
Grandpa’s desk and the chairs that he’d made
We left out in the rain
Every time I sat in one
It was a little more worn out by the sun
I used to say my one living memory
Was him sitting with Granny
But it’s now been so overexposed
Like after having looked for too long at the sun
And lately I’ve been writing down memories
Of my family before they fade away from me
My family’s things are getting lost and old
My family’s things are what is left to hold
And they fade with use the same as memory
So I write and write down everything I can recall
Like stills from a video of wind blowing in the fall
The trees bleaching out and losing all their leaves
The film stops, the image blurs permanently
Papa’s scarf is tied up high
On the ridge and waving there
Blowing in the Himalayan air
I dress in Chicago
And I prepare to go outside
Into winter wondering
If it compares
To Himalayan air
On the couch with Nana
I sat singing songs
She’d worn down a spot after a while
Shifting her feet on the carpet pile
And I’ve got worries of my own
Though not nine children grown
Still I’ve paced a heavy mile
Wearing my own spot on the carpet pile
Lately, I’ve been thinking about going home
Lately, I’ve been wandering out alone
Lately, I’ve been writing down memories
Like stills from a video
Of wind blowing through the trees
Grandpa’s desk and the chairs that he’d made
We left out in the rain
Every time I sat in one
It was a little more worn out by the sun
I used to say my one living memory
Was him sitting with Granny
But it’s now been so overexposed
Like after having looked for too long at the sun
And lately I’ve been writing down memories
Of my family before they fade away from me
My family’s things are getting lost and old
My family’s things are what is left to hold
And they fade with use the same as memory
So I write and write down everything I can recall
Like stills from a video of wind blowing in the fall
The trees bleaching out and losing all their leaves
The film stops, the image blurs permanently
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from Lunagraphy,
released April 10, 2014
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Apr 2014