From the album Nothing Left To Burn

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School Without Dogs

I remember spending time as a kid
Staring at a preying mantis swaying backwards and forwards
Kind of awkward
Followed a beetle who happened to buzz by a bee
He stung me
My foot puffed up like a football... it hurt to walk

I remember when I was a kid filling up Hessian bags with horse shit
and sell them to the neighbours for a buck a piece with my brother
He was so big and I was so small
He held the shovel and I had to hold the bag wide open
Those horse eggs flowed through my hands

My little black dog and I were inseparable to be without her was just so unfeasible
And school without dogs was kind of boring

My sister was always playing Neil Young I especially liked “Till The Morning Comes”
On holidays that’s all we ever heard in the car
Our Father would take us fishing some days
A boat and a hand reel on Morten bay
Home we’d return with a bucketful of winter whiting

The gardens grew wild
There were lizards and a tree house inside

My Mother and I at the piano we’d sit and she’d play for me ‘Nocturne In E Flat Major’ by Chopin
I liked to watch her hands
The house where we lived had windows so high you could see from the ground to the trees to the sky
And a balcony where my brother and I would jump off into beanbags

The gardens grew wild
There were lizards and a tree house inside

My little black dog and I were inseparable to be without her was just so unfeasible
And school without dogs was kind of boring
Kind of boring