1340 Chesapeake St. Songtext
von Devon Sproule

The bruise on my knee is almost gone
Honey′s flown to Madison
Phyllis starts a watercolor
Gutters flood, I spread umbrella
The burner's up, the flame is hot
The water′s gone, the pot is dry
But there's a basement full of wine
And nights to remember
Of slow talk, head up
A sidewalk taking its time


Walking up Chesapeake
Our white house on the right
Next door they're throwing junk away
All the furniture out in the rain
They finally put the old lady away
So I took her silverware
Her books and her kitchen mop
Her hangers and her pans and pots
The dresser where she kept her clothes
It looked as though she lived alone

Much to hear while our foreears are still young

If we shout it out, we′ll have more nights yet to come

Tonight the moon will turn around
All the way back behind the clouds
And folks will lower their telescopes
And drive their wives and kids back home
Their eyes will block with mud and milk
Their eyes inside with blindness filled
The moon will hide and seek until
There′s no one left to wonder why
Hey, why
Hey, why


The rug will soak, the screen will glare
He'll come and summer will be here
We′ll kiss and cross the swamp
The boat will wait down at the bottom
The sun will set late in the day
The sun will take its face away
But my lover's face will always stay
Right beside mine