The New Pornographers:Jackie, Dressed in Cobras

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“Jackie, Dressed in Cobras”
Artist: The New Pornographers
Albums: Twin Cinema (2005)

When the contact high from the real life adventures wear off
You find, in the tiny moments that bomb, your old files rain down from the sky
And would they fall down, like cymbal crashes, would the alarm bell sound?
Would your eyelashes keep all this in time? If not, I won't mind...

It can be impractical

So can you tell me why in every version of the events shown here
There's another season that crawls by like years, from blown speakers clear?

It came out magical

Just a contact high, one in every mood I've ever declined to fight, one in every single exchange you might find. From blown speakers, time came out magical

It came out magical, out from blown speakers