Lyin' Low from Disappearance by Larry Hirshberg

SILENT MORNING, DREAM THROTTLES DOWN
YOU RISE AND SURVEY YOUR QUIET TOWN
YOU CLIMB A HILL AND YOU GATHER WORDS
THEN YOU’RE AWARE OF SOUNDS YOU’VE NEVER HEARD

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LYIN’ LOW
SOME KIND OF GHOST
LYIN’ LOW
AND ALL YOU KNOW’S THAT YOU’RE
LYIN’ LOW
STANDING TALL
THEN YOU HAD TO GO…
AND NOW YOU’RE LYIN’ LOW


ALL YOUR PEOPLE, EVERY WOMAN AND MAN
KNEW WHERE TO FIND YOUR HEART AND YOUR HAND
ACROSS THEIR WATER, THERE WAS THUNDER
YOU WERE A NAVY, UNTIL YOU WENT UNDER

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NOT AT ALL LIKE THAT RAINY DAY
COMFORT KNOWING YOU’LL BE DRY
NOT AT ALL LIKE THOSE EARLY YEARS
IT WAS ENOUGH TO JUST KEEP ASKING WHY
A LITTLE LIKE THAT TIME YOUR BROTHER
WRECKED YOUR RIG AND ALMOST DIED
VERY MUCH LIKE THAT MANSION ON THE BEACH
DISAPPEARING UNDER THE TIDE….


NOW LISTEN TO THE VOICES FROM BELOW
CALLING OUT THE NAMES THAT THEY KNOW
CLIMB THE FACE OF THE CLOCK INTO THE DAWN
AND IF YOU’RE LUCKY YOU MAY GET TO GO ON

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• Disappearance
• Experimental
• Folk Rock
• Larry Hirshberg
• Lyin' Low
• Psychedelic Folk
• Rock
• Singer-Songwriter
• Singer-Songwrtier
• Missoula