with her diamonds on fire
anything frail anything wild
in your kitchen
And grace is just the measure of a fall, little snapshots 35, and grace is just the measure of a fall
As water or darkness or nothing, on the overpass
champagne glasses
Mustang horses, for where you can t go
ain t it funny
it s just flashes that we own
Under infidel skies, and the ore docks down off of main
it s just flashes that we own
with her diamonds on fire
it s the price of living motion
Ain t it funny, when we said goodbye 35, for where you can t go
they light up the sky
so i rolled into your town
They light up the sky, can ever be held, it s just flashes that we own
Ain t it funny, i saw an elsebound train Richard, on the overpass
And grace is just the measure of a fall, northbound 35
It s two hundred miles to drive, they light up the sky
it s just flashes that we own
Every ticket costs the same, i never even kissed you on the mouth, and out on the darkling plain alone
Ain t it funny, champagne glasses, i never even kissed you on the mouth
Northbound 35
Through the iron hills
Under infidel skies
It's two hundred miles to drive
You won't be home
I saw an elsebound train
On the overpass
In the driving rain
Every ticket costs the same
For where you can't go
CHORUS:
Mustang horses, champagne glasses
Anything frail anything wild
It's the price of living motion
What's beautiful is broken
And grace is just the measure of a fall
So I rolled into your town
I passed the smokestacks
And the ore docks down off of Main
And the sky spun around
With her diamonds on fire
We fought all night and then we danced
In your kitchen
You were as much in my hands
As water or darkness or nothing
Can ever be held
CHORUS
It's just flashes that we own
Little snapshots
Made of breath and of bone
And out on the darkling plain alone
They light up the sky
It's 51 and driving south
Ain't it funny
How things'll turn out
I never even kissed you on the mouth
When we said goodbye
CHORUS
I wouldn't worry about Richard crediting Jeffrey. They are friends. Besides, its usually other artists covering Shindell, so I am sure Jeffrey is honored.
Both versions are fantastic in their own right.
How anyone can compare this to the original or how Foucault plays it is beyond me. Foucault’ phrasing and passion makes the song deep on so many levels. This version to me is like a typical pub strummer, the rhythm and sound is there but only superficially.
Have listend to Richard Shindell perform this for years, a real favorite! Until today, I had no clue Jeffrey Foucault wrote it. Two definitive versions, one beautiful song! Thanks to both of you for brightening my day!
