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On Tar​-​Covered Hills

from Nobody's Friend by Jon Hughes



On Tar-Covered Hills

Sir, you could be saying you prayers
To a cold white wall.
You're framed, but I couldn't call it a frame—
A flat, robotic bust.

Once we drove around the universe
On tar-covered tracks.
Then you built your flying machine,
And I should've said,
'It's not my time to fly.'

Now, for every nightmare we share,
At tar-covered hills we stare,
Our eyes as red as the sun,
With arched bar-stool backs.

Now we're only digital kids
On a cold white wall.
Sir, you could be building a ship
To fly over the sea;
But it's not my place to say.


from Nobody's Friend, released November 1, 2009


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Jon Hughes Ireland

American songwriter and multi-instrumentalist, Jon Hughes, has been based in Ireland since 2005. He has shared a stage with Damien Jurado, She Keeps Bees, and the legendary singer-songwriter, Buddy Mondlock.

Hughes' latest collection of songs, "Sunshine Remorse", was released in January of 2019.
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