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The Sky In Tacoma

from Gravity by Bill Davie

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Written in a notebook on my back porch in about thirty minutes, this song has been a mainstay in my concerts ever since. I didn't even have my guitar with me when I wrote it, yet I knew exactly how to play it, because of the rhythm in the words. And besides, how hard can two chords be?Kinda freaky at the time, kinda magic ever since.

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THE SKY IN TACOMA

He's sitting on a bench in the Greyhound station,
his bag between his legs like a sheltered mathematician,
off to San Francisco for some cultural enrichment
and the sky in Tacoma's raining razor blades.

He's never been away, never seen eccentric people,
just his mother and his father who live inside a steeple.
I't prayers every morning and hippings every night
and the sky in Tacoma's raining razor blades.

I wouldn't say he's strange, but he's got his own ideas
regarding leaps of faith mental diarrhea,
when he looks into the mirror there are wires in his eyes
and the sky in Tacoma's raining razor blades.

Everybody stay at home and make out your wills
'cause the sky in Tacoma's raining razor blades.


Once when he was twelve, he saw a girl undressing.
His second cousin Edna from Dallas on Thanksgiving.
When she got down to the frilly parts he had to run away,
with the sky in Tacoma raining razor blades.

Sometimes in his dreams he's a television weatherman
trying to escape from angry young republicans
who heard him say something like, "poison in the clouds,
and the sky in Tacoma raining razor blades.

He's never been political, never got involved,
although once he won a ribbon for a riddle that he solved.
Something about dust bunnies up in outer space
and the sky in Tacoma raining razor blades.

Everybody jump up, and boogie 'til you die
'cause the sky in Tacoma's raining razor blades.


He glances at his watch, it eleven forty-seven.
Only twelve minutes left before he meets his destiny.
Everything is changing, it can never be the same,
and the sky in Tacoma's raining postcards
with pictures of razor blades.


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from Gravity, released June 19, 1992

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Bill Davie Seattle, Washington

Bill Davie began playing and singing when he was three years old. He wrote his first song at age 11. He produced eight recordings of original songs, five self-published books of poetry, and continues to be an active writer and performer at clubs, coffeehouses, colleges, and concert halls in the Pacific Northwest. ... more

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