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The Night You Stole My Gun

from The Ma​ñ​ana People EP by The Mañana People

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THE NIGHT YOU STOLE MY GUN

On the night you stole my gun
the air couldn’t have been sweeter.
End of the sidewalk, private lawn,
your logic’s voice, the jitters.

Some awkward weirdo’s skin disease
had wiped away half of this town,
electric honey poured from trees,
that little kid was never found.

The moon was high, the birds were gone,
on the night you stole my gun

On the night you stole my gun
my arms couldn’t have been lighter.
It’s the perks of being on the run,
that house had drawn me tighter.

Some tired lonesome gypsy witch
screamed our names and slammed the door.
Her one good eye reflects the green
I never saw on the trees before.

The rain was wine, our bread was stone
on the night you stole my gun

On the night we took that train
all compasses would point south,
the smell of dew filling the air,
the butterflies came closer

You never told me what you did,
the cat was crying, your dress was torn,
you threw the pills across the street,
I found the lipstick on the wall.

You only sang that foreign song
on the night you stole my gun.

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from The Ma​ñ​ana People EP, released November 4, 2014

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The Mañana People Bonn, Germany

Homemade freak-folk and psych-country curiosities, ranging from theremin-driven honky tonk smashers, zombie-themed electro- pop ballads and horror spirituals. The Mañana People's output manages to swing harmoniously between the gutters of experimentation and the comfortable lightness of pop music. ... more

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