Louise Mosrie: Music

• MP3 short clip, hi-fi play (broadband)
• MP3 short clip, lo-fi play (modem)

The sound of the subway rails
Always shakes me to the core.
They take me to our point of rendevous
To a secret door.

Past the colored rowhouses and the river’s bend
Call and leave a message and tell me where, tell me when
Tell me where and when.

We lay in the awkward silence of our
Broken down love.
We sleep with our karma and
Everything else we’re so afraid of.
But love won’t go quietly, and she won’t
leave you neat and tidy.

Past the colored rowhouses and the river’s bend
Call and leave a message and tell me where, tell me when
Tell me where and when.

The rain in Boston just keeps on
coming down without hope.
I wear my familiar lonliness
Like I wear an old tattered raincoat
I say I’m doin’ fine and I smile for my friends
Just when I think I might be over you
That’s when I get your call again. I go...

Past the colored rowhouses and the river’s bend
Call and leave a message and tell me where, tell me when
Tell me where and when.