Vladimir Vladimir Lyrics - Jane Siberry

I wouldn't call it dark, one spade, three spades 

I wouldn't call it light either, four spades pass, oh 

Oh, there go all my coins 

There's someone at the door, what was that? 

There's water nearby, I can tell 

Drop down to or pass on by? 

Pass on by and after the meeting they asked me 

If I would like to become the conductor of their choir 

I couldn't believe it, isn't it fantastic? 

It's not art, it's self-defense it, it captures him 

He has to capture it back, it's a power struggle, self-defense 

It's not art, not art, are these your coins? Oh, yeah 

Did you sit down? Are you cold? No, I'm cold 

I mean, yes, grainy, I was thinking of something else 

Pretty cold, no, don't sound like you're reading 

It just sort of say it 

There are mountains nearby, like you're moving through the night 

I can tell and it's grainy, I can hear the coins dropping on them 

Drop down to or pass on by? 

Pass on by has nothing to do with the church 

Because it is a choir from the church 

But they say it doesn't matter 

We sing other songs as well beauty without scrutiny 

That's a true definition of it, I could tell it was beautiful 

Before I even saw it and I pressed through 

The tourists swimming, swimming through 

The freezing pins to see and I couldn't see you 

Could say one more silent something 

Pressing through the graininess of night 

I'm really longing forward to see you 

Now, let the music play for a while 

Grainy, grainy, this time I remembered to say I love you 

And then we moved through a dark valley 

And then up into the sky and I said, look, look 

But there was not a speck to be seen 

But there's water nearby 

There is a man, standing in a field 

Leans on his hoe, stares down the furrows 

Counts on his fingers, one more endless flight 

Of the inarticulate soul that he borrows 

Vladimir, Vladimir, standing in the field 

Till he lines his sight along the furrows 

Waiting for the, waiting for the 

Waiting for the flight 

Set against the fading light 

Waiting for his hand to put the hoe down 

Waiting for the, waiting for the 

Waiting for the flight