song o’ the day

October 14, 2006

Casiotone For the Painfully Alone – “Scattered Pearls”

The clasp broke at the disco; Mom I’m sorry.
And the older men who hit on Becky
nearly broke their necks on scattered pearls.
And we searched the best we could.
For two entire songs we knelt and felt along
the place where we had stood.

But we only found seven of Grandmother’s pearls.

And as we rode the bus home I thought surely
I’d wake up tomorrow just to find
that I had dreamed up everything.
There’d still be pearls on a string.
I wouldn’t smell like smoke, and I’d still
have the cash that I had spent on drinks.

Oh I feel as scattered as Grandmother’s pearls.

Mom don’t cry; they’re only pearls.

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