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Another one of Matt's masterpieces! 
Written just tonight. (It's long. When sung/performed, it clocks in at seven minutes and six seconds)
Cherry Stone
Copyright Matthew Trope, 2006
You were quiet as we spread her ashes;
saw you smile like you heard thrushes.
On a high hill, ‘neath the cherry tree,
we can’t agree, knew you’d frown at me.
Sometimes I can’t tell you apart.
Sometimes I can’t tell you apart.
Whistling kettle, stale city water,
fill your cup, it won’t get hotter.
Whistling kettle, stale city water,
fill your cup, it can’t get hotter.
Lissome mosquito bite brought up your fever,
brought you to bed and bother, broken skin.
Oh, I tried so hard, kept you from falling,
I didn’t know where you had been.
Lissome mosquito bite brought up your fever,
brought you to bed and bother, warm within.
Then the stars come out while I am weeping,
and boy you’re getting awfully thin.
How do you feel today?
Faint today again?
You can’t live in this disarray,
if you feel this way again.
You can’t live in this disarray.
You cannot live in this disarray.
You can’t live in this disarray.
How do you feel today?
Later then, later then today?
Today, today, today.
Do you trust me? Oh, so winsome.
Be more gutsy! Where’d you come from?
Then in the dim porch light of evening,
Watch me, honey-doll, I’m leaving!
Lissome mosquito bite brought up your fever,
brought you to bed and bother, broken skin.
Oh, I tried so hard, kept you from falling,
I didn’t know where you had been.
Lissome mosquito bite brought up your fever,
brought you to bed and bother, warm within.
Then the stars come out while I am weeping,
and boy you’re getting awfully thin.
Around the blossoms, you have been searching.
Spit your cherry stone; tie your kite string,
but through the bars of your heaving ribcage,
(My dragonfly, what have you done?)
I saw your raw lips, and the blood that you drew there.
And I heard twilight in your sigh,
and you met my wand’rin stare.
Well, if you’ve seen His light,
Then this is my prayer:
Will you call me when you get there?
Sometimes I can’t tell you apart.
Sometimes I can’t tell you apart.
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes
sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, can’t tell you apart.
Sometimes I can’t tell you apart,
but I’ll have to tell you apart.
Written just tonight. (It's long. When sung/performed, it clocks in at seven minutes and six seconds)Cherry Stone
Copyright Matthew Trope, 2006
You were quiet as we spread her ashes;
saw you smile like you heard thrushes.
On a high hill, ‘neath the cherry tree,
we can’t agree, knew you’d frown at me.
Sometimes I can’t tell you apart.
Sometimes I can’t tell you apart.
Whistling kettle, stale city water,
fill your cup, it won’t get hotter.
Whistling kettle, stale city water,
fill your cup, it can’t get hotter.
Lissome mosquito bite brought up your fever,
brought you to bed and bother, broken skin.
Oh, I tried so hard, kept you from falling,
I didn’t know where you had been.
Lissome mosquito bite brought up your fever,
brought you to bed and bother, warm within.
Then the stars come out while I am weeping,
and boy you’re getting awfully thin.
How do you feel today?
Faint today again?
You can’t live in this disarray,
if you feel this way again.
You can’t live in this disarray.
You cannot live in this disarray.
You can’t live in this disarray.
How do you feel today?
Later then, later then today?
Today, today, today.
Do you trust me? Oh, so winsome.
Be more gutsy! Where’d you come from?
Then in the dim porch light of evening,
Watch me, honey-doll, I’m leaving!
Lissome mosquito bite brought up your fever,
brought you to bed and bother, broken skin.
Oh, I tried so hard, kept you from falling,
I didn’t know where you had been.
Lissome mosquito bite brought up your fever,
brought you to bed and bother, warm within.
Then the stars come out while I am weeping,
and boy you’re getting awfully thin.
Around the blossoms, you have been searching.
Spit your cherry stone; tie your kite string,
but through the bars of your heaving ribcage,
(My dragonfly, what have you done?)
I saw your raw lips, and the blood that you drew there.
And I heard twilight in your sigh,
and you met my wand’rin stare.
Well, if you’ve seen His light,
Then this is my prayer:
Will you call me when you get there?
Sometimes I can’t tell you apart.
Sometimes I can’t tell you apart.
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes
sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, can’t tell you apart.
Sometimes I can’t tell you apart,
but I’ll have to tell you apart.
