Can you tell what this song is about?
Evie's Tears
In the middle of her confession
He comes over and holds her hand
I wake up, she is crying
I guess he was here again
Chorus:
Evie's tears are never going to dry
Evie's secret tears burn this bed she comes to
only when it's light
We met in a lonely summer
Two survivors of paradise
She ran up when I first touched her
Now she wakes me every night
Chorus
Faithless girl
You've been dreaming
Staring up your face is what we fear
OK, now I'm listening
You're not mine and he's not here
Now I'm listening
You're not mine and he's not here
In the middle of Evie's garden
In a simple iron chair
Wind's blowing and she is singing
Begs the moon to disappear
Catholic girl
You've been dreaming
Staring up your face is what we fear
Ok, now I'm listening
You're not mine and he's not here
Then later in the album, Johnston returns to Evie's story with this song (note the similarity of the first lines):
Evie's Garden
In the middle of Evie's garden
Was a rock she could never move
Worn away by a faithful handtill
No one knows the date
Chorus:
Bring back the rain
We'll go walking
Bring back the wind
Like you do
Of the flowers in Evie's garden
One would never go out of bloom
Planted over a well forgotten
Opened by the moon.
Chorus
Bring back the rain
To Evie's garden
I'm at the gate
Looking through
In the middle of Evie's garden
Was a rock she could never move
Nearly buried in a night bloom tango
Pale and smooth as skin
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4 comments:
The first line of "Evie's Tears" immediately brings to mind the first line of Dylan's "Every Grain of Sand".
Not that there's any real connection, but the thought came to mind.
Ah yes. I hadn't made that connection, but you;re right. I wonder if that was rattleing around his head when he wrote the first line.
Just a guess--Is it about a young girl who's maternal unit has been the subject of sexual assault by fowl, previously cooked in hot oil? I think I heard this song once on WBLK.
um.. huh? oh. HEY EVERYBODY LOOK OVER THERE!
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