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Arc Iris - Arc Iris Money Gnomes

Contributors

  • ISRC:USEP41334001
  • Recorded:2013 Dimension Sound - Jamaica Plain, MA
  •  ©2014 Arc Iris, under exclusive license to Anti, Inc.
  • Trumpet, Vocals:Mike Irwin
  • Upright & Electric Bass:Max Johnson
  • Pedal Steel, Trombone, Electric Guitar, Banjo, Vocals:Charlie Rose
  • Drums, Percussion:Andrew Barr
  • Vocals:Layton Guenther
  • Vocals:Martha Guenther
  • Vocals:Laura Cortese
  • Vocals, Piano, Keyboards, Clarinet, Guitar:Jocie Adams
  • Piano, Keyboards, Glockenspiel, Vocals:Zachary Tenorio-Miller
  • Violoncello:Robin Ryczek

Lyrics

Love falls gently from the sky
In bundles oh so sweet
Money lurks inside the soil
Pressed beneath our feet
Why dig up that wily stuff
When all it’s bred to do
Is sully all the pretty boys and girls
Who love me do

Foiled again would be my plan,
To live in peace with you

If the coin were to emerge
And slyly oversee
What showers come of bundled goods
From cupid's tender trees
He'd surely twist those precious goods
Into his shivering trance
And round and round with wicked tricks
The lovers he would dance

"Dance me round", she cried to him
"I'll waltz you till you love me."
I watch her fie the boiling sky
From deep beneath the wilted leaves
Her body screaming for his ploy
"Why must riches make us thieves? "

Until they plunge into the ground
Digging for their gold
Cold and rotten roots engulf
The drugs they seek I'm told
Once the coin is in clear sight
Their love is sick with illusions
Of safety driven by the shadowed trance
Holding their sweet confusions

Love has no place in a dreary world
Obsessed with shiny things
Just unfantastic happenings
Not approved by cupid's rings
Follow me to a place so free
Of all these impish deeds
From glen to glen to city bend
From folly we will flee

"Dance me round", she cried to him
"I'll waltz you till you love me
I watch her fie the boiling sky
From deep beneath the wilted leaves
Her body screaming for his ploy
"Why must riches make us thieves? "

Love me please, love me true, love me beautifully
"Who," she asks most critically "is speaking down to me?"
Love me please, love me true, love me beautifully