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Band: We Can Talk
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Music From Big Pink
We Can Talk
We can talk about it now
It's that same old riddle only starting from the middle
I'd fix it but I don't know how
Well, we could try to reason but you might think it's treason
One voice for all
Echoing along the hall
Don't give up on father clock
We can talk about it now
Come, let me show you how
To keep the wheels turning you've got to keep the engine churning
But did you ever milk a cow?
I had the chance one day but I was all dressed up for Sunday
Everybody, everywhere
Do you really care?
Well then, pick up your heads and walk
We can talk about it now
It seems to me we've been holding something underneath our tongues
I'm afraid if you ever got a pat on the back it would likely burst your lungs
Stop me if I should sound kinda down in the mouth
But I'd rather be burned in Canada than to freeze here in the south
Moving that eternal plough
We've got to find a sharper blade or have a new one made
Rest awhile and cool your brow
Don't you see there's no need to slave, the whip is in the grave
No ... , no trance
It's safe now to take a backward glance
Because the flames have turned to chalk
We can talk about it now
Music From Big Pink
We Can Talk
We can talk about it now
It's that same old riddle only starting from the middle
I'd fix it but I don't know how
Well, we could try to reason but you might think it's treason
One voice for all
Echoing along the hall
Don't give up on father clock
We can talk about it now
Come, let me show you how
To keep the wheels turning you've got to keep the engine churning
But did you ever milk a cow?
I had the chance one day but I was all dressed up for Sunday
Everybody, everywhere
Do you really care?
Well then, pick up your heads and walk
We can talk about it now
It seems to me we've been holding something underneath our tongues
I'm afraid if you ever got a pat on the back it would likely burst your lungs
Stop me if I should sound kinda down in the mouth
But I'd rather be burned in Canada than to freeze here in the south
Moving that eternal plough
We've got to find a sharper blade or have a new one made
Rest awhile and cool your brow
Don't you see there's no need to slave, the whip is in the grave
No ... , no trance
It's safe now to take a backward glance
Because the flames have turned to chalk
We can talk about it now
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