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Down in the Dirt

from Eight Weeks West by Eyes Like The Sky

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Concerning a trip to Washington, D.C.

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I put my feet down on the spot where Forrest Gump gave his speech
No one heard him and no one heard me, I faded out of shot
The tourists crawl up the ancient stairs to see an old man made of stone
I shake his hand and tilt my head, he tells me a secret I forget

Mr President how are those cornflakes?
Do you like living down in the dirt?

The reflective pool is as green as grass, Jenny didn't wade through that
Another hotdog might cure the blues, can't believe this is the capital of the west

Mr President, that's a swanky, swanky dressing gown
Do you like living down in the dirt?

Yes-siree-bob I think Washington's a dump
All that land laid to waste
A thousand bums patrol the turf
The President's out of town

Mr President, that's a swanky, swanky dressing gown
Do you like living down in the dirt?

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from Eight Weeks West, released May 1, 2011
Written, performed, recorded by Rob Holt
Copyright 2011

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Eyes Like The Sky Brighton, UK

Eyes Like The Sky is the music of Brighton based Rob Holt.

Songs and instrumentals that ruminate on regret, the unstoppable passing of time, and good old romance.

Honest music for the wee small hours.

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