Music

Stolen

percussion - gerald dowd
dobro and vocal - robbie fulks
electric guitar - grant tye
accordion - john williams

We recorded this at the Black Orchid for my "Revenge!" CD, and it got a nice response from the audience and felt good, but the tape testified that we were all high. I liked the tune and wanted to come back to it, though I'm not sure we/I nailed it here. Kind of a strange triumvirate -- Chris Collingwood, Ian MacEwan, and Emily Saliers -- arches jealously over "Stolen."

Lyrics

On the edge of the near world
With the path of St. Cyril lighting the way
We laughed at the tourists
While the days stretched before us, Soviet-gray.

In rooms that we borrowed
Overhung with our hearts' own darkening stain
A silent but pure love
All the graveyards of Europe could not contain.

CHORUS:
Now it’s tender as we’ve turned to friends
But remember the way it was then
Love never felt sweeter than when
It was stolen

BRIDGE:
Baby don’t cry, these are the golden days
Cover your eyes till the brightness fades away
Don’t worry, all the ones we’ve damaged have moved on

CHORUS

Slow drag through the morning
The news has the story of a kid from the Guard
Downed in a desert crossfire
And the dog's going haywire in the next yard
And Time, that tattered old friend
Slips like the wind through the trees on the lawn
We’ll catch up this evening
But now the PATH train is leaving, a kiss and then gone

CHORUS

BRIDGE:
And baby don’t try to revive the revolution
The slogans have died, now as though a veil has lifted
Suddenly I see that everything we own:
Stolen
Stolen
Stolen

Guitar Chords/Tab

Guitar chords/tab are not available for this song