Текст песни Off-the-grid Girl

OFF-THE-GRID GIRL
Music, Eddie Arkin/Lyrics, Lorraine Feather

He packed his bags in Bellingham,
Took the water taxi to where I am.
We'd lie by the brook; his yellow dog,
Chasing butterflies while I wrote my blog.
It warned the outside world to stay away,
To stay away.
He would never pass the deep, dark winter here.
He made that clear.

We've got these rats as big as cats,
Slugs as long as your arm,
A nasty nest of rattlesnakes
Down by the onion farm.
We brought them in to eat the rats,
Which, as I stated, are big as cats.
All they did was multiply and grow.
It's a very scary place to be,
Unless you're an off-the-grid girl
Like me.

Forget about the ferry route;
It won't be dropping you here.
Forget those touched-up listingsLorraine Feather - Off-the-grid Girl - http://ru.motolyrics.com/lorraine-feather/off-the-grid-girl-lyrics.html
On the walls of Windermere,
Or Coldwell Banker, or John L. Scott.
One barren plot is all we've got.
Extended stays are scarcely apropos,
Though there's a cabin in the shadow of the penitentiary,
Just right for an off-the-grid girl
Like me.

It's curtains for our aquifer.
Salt pours from every tap.
Not much can grow but nettles,
And they'll sting you in a snap,
But if you're coming anyhow,
Get all your vaccinations now.
I'll tell you something
(Keep it on the down-low.):
There's a nasty pox for which there's no immunity,
Unless you're an off-the-grid girl
Like me.

I've kept his books beside the bed.
I've let him stay inside my head.
He'd walk by the table where I sold
The beets of purple, the plums of gold.
I guessed a Harvard cap and gown.
I knew he played his money down.