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alexisthompson
» genre:
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Alexis
» label: unsigned
» for fans of: Emmylou Harris, Lucinda Williams, Neko Case, Loretta Lynn, Jenny Lewis, Patty Griffin, Dolly Parton, Fleetwood Mac
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Plaster Saints
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Catholic bluegrass-folk!
Take charge
A total of 4 users rated on average: 4.8 stars
Charts position
» highest in charts: # 425 (47,130 songs currently listed in Country)
» highest in sub-genre: # 46 (2,468 songs currently listed in Country > Bluegrass)
» highest in sub-genre: # 46 (2,468 songs currently listed in Country > Bluegrass)
About the song
We've all had our moments when we feel like giving up on the rest of the world.
Lyrics
PLASTER SAINTS
by Alexis Thompson.
I do not know who to go to anymore.
She boarded up her windows.
He boarded up his doors.
I do not know who to trust as mine.
Friends become strangers, then
Make a home on the other side.
Oh, these walls are my family now.
These echoes are my home.
The organ grinds my lullabies
And the candles warm my bones
And the window pictures share their stain
With my tainted skin and the plaster saints.
I do not know how to prove I am good.
The more love I give,
The more I'm misunderstood.
I do not know who I can befriend.
She is evil, he is evil
And I can't transcend.
Chorus
Copyright 2008 Alexis Thompson. All rights reserved. (ASCAP)
by Alexis Thompson.
I do not know who to go to anymore.
She boarded up her windows.
He boarded up his doors.
I do not know who to trust as mine.
Friends become strangers, then
Make a home on the other side.
Oh, these walls are my family now.
These echoes are my home.
The organ grinds my lullabies
And the candles warm my bones
And the window pictures share their stain
With my tainted skin and the plaster saints.
I do not know how to prove I am good.
The more love I give,
The more I'm misunderstood.
I do not know who I can befriend.
She is evil, he is evil
And I can't transcend.
Chorus
Copyright 2008 Alexis Thompson. All rights reserved. (ASCAP)