Lyrics Before the Eyes of Storytelling Girls - Anaïs Mitchell
I
could
tell
you
stories
like
the
government
tells
lies
Oh,
but
no
one
listens
any
more
In
the
rooms
the
women
come
and
go
Talking
on
the
mobile
phones
And
the
television
talks
about
the
war
When
I
was
a
baby
there
was
laughter
in
my
house
And
my
daddy
smoked
domestic
cigarettes
Thursday
nights
on
the
radio
live
in
concert
Live
from
Cairo,
mother
of
Egypt
Mama,
mama
Be
with
me
With
the
music
in
your
breast
In
your
glittering
evening
dress
And
the
white
flag
in
your
fist
trembling
I
could
tell
you
stories
like
the
past
was
dead
and
gone
But
I
know
nothing
changes
in
this
world
Every
day
the
muezzin
calls
Sun
comes
up
and
Baghdad
falls
Before
the
eyes
of
storytelling
girls
She
was
just
a
poor
man's
daughter
Going
down
into
the
sultan's
bed
He
was
desert,
she
was
a
water
And
he
remembered
every
word
she
said
She
said
and
I
say
Grandma,
grandma
Be
with
me
In
your
tragic
wedding
gown
With
your
long
hair
hanging
down
And
the
stories
tumbling
out
Tumbling
I
could
tell
you
stories
like
the
government
tells
lies
Oh,
but
no
one
listens
any
more
In
the
rooms
the
women
come
and
go
Talking
on
the
mobile
phones
And
the
television
talks
about
the
war
About
the
war
And
the
television
talks
about
the
war
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