1. Red Dirt

From the recording Little Rose

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RED DIRT © Maria Gillard, 1997


Red dirt, ridges like Cleopatra
Hot, dry, Marley on the stereo
Where does the heart go, suddenly abandoned?
This isn’t random. I hope you know.

I look at you, I think of him
I didn’t trust him but I thought I could trust you
Not when you shut down, shut down
You say it’s me, it’s not you, it’s me
Please oh please don’t take it personally


Silence, unforgiving
Silence, your protection
Silence, nothing is growing
Barren, searching
Questioning everything (where you wanna be)
Open your heart, talk to me! Talk to me

Instrumental break
Into Chorus