Grace Cathedral Hill

The Decemberists – Grace Cathedral Hill from Castaways and Cutouts (2001) /indie.folk.country/
((“Sweet on a green-eyed girl, all fiery Irish, clip and curl. all brine and piss and vinegar. And the world maybe be long for you, but he’ll never belong to you. But on a motorbike, when all the city lights blind your eyes… are you feeling better now? “
The fresh salt flows off the ocean, over the moored boats, historical plaques, walkways, and tourist shops. The sun fills up the air, but cannot completely deter the indignant cold that rustles hair and pricks at skin till it is melting snow to the touch or hold. Turn together and enter a quaintly decorated box of wood and plaster that advertises home-made ice cream in elegant script on a sign outside. An orange buoy bobs slowly in the blue brown water of memory.))