Waltzing Matilda from Goose by Daniel Talamantes

That must be God's image there by the liquor store
There by the halo lights and muddied tile floor
The fog surrounds now these crowded downtown streets
Bound to collapse like walls of the sea

The moon escorts me down the avenue
The mission bell will ring clean and somehow blue
Drunk like seasick sailors I see them ricochet
Ladies fleeing like horses of Cavalry

Hold on, Hold on
We built this yet it ain't ours
Hold on, Hold on
The quixotic Yankee's Waltzing Matilda

How are these roses in a winter's bloom
Crowns facedown like silent bells
"Here are the pedals on a wet black bough"
In apparitions these faces fell

Laughter in the faithless calamity
A group of children high by the shore
The fumes are rising from the mountainside
I sit like fog and wonder in a bore

Hold on, Hold on
We built this yet it ain't ours
Hold on, Hold on
The quixotic Yankee's Waltzing Matilda

Lord this wakings dragged me like a bag
Readjust my belt and how low my head does sag
Saying "Who will fix the mirror of ecology?
Who now will drink with pleasure your democracy?"

The Felaheen church gathers at the bar
Smoking too much they look like dust from afar
Asking, "Can you hear the drawbridge America?
Closing it's creaking wooden erotica!"

Hold on, Hold on
We built this yet it ain't ours
Hold on, Hold on
The quixotic Yankee's Waltzing Matilda

Will you come Waltzing Matilda?
Will you come Matilda?
Will you come waltzing Matilda?

• Acoustic
• Americana
• California
• Daniel Talamantes
• acoustic
• alt-country
• americana rock alt-folk
• singer-songwriter
• California