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A wounded town, where the winds won’t blow,
The rain won’t fall, but the clouds won’t go.
There’s a fallen man hears a minor tune.
There’s an empty bed in an empty room.

With the shudders closed and the fire low,
The rains won’t fall, but the stars won’t glow.
There’s a lonely girl, and her dress is torn.
A baby knows when her mother mourns.

Oh Marie, it’s not like me to fall apart.
Oh Marie, it’s not like me.

A wounded town and the hill below,
Rains won’t fall, but the winds won’t blow.
Cause when a village turns into walls and woes.
And a father’s hands can’t patch the holes.

Oh Marie, it’s not like me to fall apart.
Oh Marie, it’s not like me.

The old church roof caved in long ago.
But its bell still rings, so sad and slow.
Cause when a body burns into smoke and soul,
And a father’s hands can’t patch these holes.
No a father’s hands can’t patch these holes.

Oh Marie, it’s not like me to fall apart.
Oh Marie, it’s not like me.
Oh Marie, it’s not like me to fall apart.
Oh Marie, it’s not like me.
Oh Marie, it’s not like me.

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from Some Kind of Cure, released January 25, 2011
Words and music by David Berkeley.
Straw Man 2010. ASCAP

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David Berkeley Santa Fe, New Mexico

The San Francisco Chronicle calls Santa Fe-based songwriter and author David Berkeley a “musical poet,” and the New York Times praises his “lustrous, melancholy voice with shades of Tim Buckley and Nick Drake.” He was a guest on This American Life, and has released 7 studio albums and 2 books. He is also half of the wildly creative Trans-Atlantic costumed duo Son of Town Hall. ... more

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