The History no. 3 (Blackout)

from by Sam Newcomer

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I step off the T to find the neighborhood a mess
Blackout in Back Bay
Floodlights at each corner, traffic guards in yellow vests
Blackout in Back Bay
Workmen on the curbs with their hammers drillin' deep
Cop cars blocking intersections, sirens singing sweet
And now the fire alarm's gone off in the lot across the street
Blackout in Back Bay

Blackout in Back Bay
Blackout in Back Bay
And they say that we'll be without power two or three more days
Blackout in Back Bay

So with no plan or agenda we put on our walking shoes
Blackout in Back Bay
People pass with papers sacks of candles for their rooms
Blackout in Back Bay
And all the stores are closed 'cept for this tiny record shop
So we hop in and thumb through dusty vinyl in the dark
Owner's got a miner's cap, says I will not be stopped
By a blackout in Back Bay

Blackout in Back Bay
Blackout in Back Bay
Yeah, this'll give the sidewalk strangers something good to say
Blackout in Back Bay

So we venture into Cambridge 'cross the chilly River Charles
Blackout in Back Bay
Students hiding out in coffee shops and tavern bars
Blackout in Back Bay
And wandering though Harvard with its wisdom and its age
My fingers graze its walls, I feel the history in this place
Take what you have seen and turn it all back into praise
Blackout in Back Bay

Blackout in Back Bay
Blackout in Back Bay
Sometimes it takes a power trip to get you on your way
Blackout in Back Bay

Blackout in Back Bay
Blackout in Back Bay
And then when I return, you can show me your whole face
Blackout in Back Bay

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from New Flight, released August 16, 2012

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