Agnes - Vanessa Tinberus.mp3

[00:00.000] 作词 : Vanessa Tinberus
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Vanessa Tinberus
[00:02.000] 编曲 : Vanessa Tinberus
[00:14.569]You'll find the books and papers somewhere on those floorboards
[00:23.967]My mother's dresses are folded exactly as they were before
[00:33.941]This house has been haunted a little while ago so people stop coming around
[00:44.133]But I'm pretty sure, it was her lingering to check if I'm doing well
[01:41.224]Agnes was whistling by the lakeside
[01:45.599]Her chiffon skirt lightly shined in the summer breeze
[01:52.812]It was serene 25 degree
[01:58.611]Rumor had it that she was the library of the town
[02:04.346]It was fun to decipher how that could be
[02:09.292]The source of wisdom's never been seen
[02:15.224]Was she an outcast as well
[02:17.673]Like my guitar and lonely self
[02:20.331]What I needed was a lighthouse in the northern woods
[02:26.930]I couldn't trek too far
[02:33.455]Agnes was throwing pebbles into the lake
[02:38.265]Her hair was cut short, resting on the blue sweater
[02:44.883]It was homesick 17 degree
[02:50.930]People in this town called me 'the guy from nowhere'
[02:56.187]My stories were told from the strings to the air
[03:00.640]She always stood with a child at the periphery
[03:07.701]Did she wonder about my name
[03:10.164]When I practiced by the lake
[03:12.683]What I needed was a fiery ask in the northern woods
[03:19.174]I couldn't trek too far
[03:25.916]One day she knocked on my door
[03:29.404]And handed me a snowdrop wrapped in a speckled cloth
[03:34.957]'You remind me of my mother
[03:38.709]Who got the same pair of emerald eyes'
[03:41.860]Then we swapped the first quarter by the fireplace
[03:47.379]She taught me how to whistle and baked a lemon cake before she left
[03:54.344]'I don't have much to share'
[04:01.181]Agnes appeared in the front row ever since
[04:05.882]With a seasonal flower picked from her garden
[04:11.983]Regardless of the weather
[04:18.492]Sometimes I followed her to the Kingston's house
[04:23.264]Where she would lecture the triplets and that child
[04:28.284]She had the cheapest tuition hereabout
[04:35.207]I was still trying to figure out
[04:37.832]How she learned everything without
[04:40.305]Further education beyond middle school
[04:43.868]She grew up on her own
[04:46.699]But she called this town home
[04:53.483]Agnes would share the stories of every street
[04:58.316]And the list of the shops that were once a hit
[05:03.219]The owners moved away to chase some kind of dreams
[05:10.417]I got introduced to old and young she bumped into
[05:15.765]From the small conversations she knew
[05:19.578]Governess on demand and the countrywide latest news
[05:27.806]With a primitive approach
[05:29.836]She became a living chronicle
[05:32.527]What she ever got was the desire to learn a bit more
[05:38.460]It's the eternal theme she was groping for
[05:45.748]One day she knocked on my door
[05:48.844]And showed me the headline 'the guy under the sycamore can bring peace to the war'
[05:55.292]'You're onto something big, you rising star
[05:59.331]Don't forget to quote me in your old-age memoir'
[06:04.686]How could I not
[06:06.321]The earthy charm, the evocative sounds
[06:10.066]The tangled vines behind her back
[06:13.602]That's what made me who I am
[06:25.128]You probably know the rest of my journey
[06:31.025]The boat floated into a capitalized dream
[06:36.631]The lake was our secret base
[06:42.469]When cicadas sang, our paths interlaced
[06:48.066]Her avid appetites still couldn't satisfy
[06:53.613]The beauty was crystalized through quills and dyes
[06:59.095]She kept all the letters and clippings of me
[07:04.951]In a wooden box we built in the smell of kerosene
[07:10.403]Then I was lost in the praise
[07:13.453]That I earned from different states
[07:16.490]Coats of dust on the same postmark
[07:18.966]Stacked near the window shade
[07:21.872]Till the words were almost buried
[07:25.195]Flashbacks turned to a movie
[07:28.051]It's about the most placid heart
[07:30.313]Kissing the world with ecstasy
[07:35.710]It kept calling me
[07:39.854]Calling me
[07:43.515]Calling me home
[07:53.370]'You're my north star, my lighthouse
[07:59.967]I keep my feet on the ground to feel your touch
[08:07.105]Acorns fell, winter's coming
[08:14.133]You should get back on the road
[08:16.970]Don't have them waiting
[08:22.297]I'll be fine
[08:29.599]I'll be fine'
[08:41.858]The oak tree is rustling by the streetway
[08:46.697]The name of which is remembered by a generation nurtured by her saving grace
[08:58.992]Wherever I go, I'll plant a seed
[09:06.304]And name it Agnes
[09:16.305]The honorary graduate of Grand Marais