Mat d. and the Profane Saints: Music
Metropolicana
(Mat d.)
June 28, 2008
copyright 2008 Mathew deRiso - Mary Moe Music/Music Works
She was drawn out like the evening
tiny bulbs on wire and string
like a picture framed in blue light or a pawn shop wedding ring
she was Metropolicana full of mercy so I'm told
where the tired an weary rounders wander streets once paved with gold
every Motorlodge that crumbled in ruin on the way
was a true love wrapped in linen on their her shotgun wedding day
and every tar shack dive and roadhouse with an arrow pointing down
was an earthbound hallelujah that she raised from the dust in her hands
on the wrongside of town
She was dolled up like a waitress
She was dressed down to the floor
for a midnight coronation that went on til half past four
she was Metropolicana pure religion from the sticks
like a lost soul led to slaughter on a road marked sixty-six
every Motorlodge that crumbled in ruin on the way
was a true love wrapped in linen on their her shotgun wedding day
and every tar shack dive and roadhouse with an arrow pointing down
was an earthbound hallelujah that she raised from the dust in her hands
on the wrongside of town
she was Metropolicana pure religion from the sticks
like a lost soul led to slaughter on a road marked sixty-six