I Only Bet on the Rain

from by Clara Engel

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I only bet on the rain
who wins?
I win again!
I spit a joyful curse
into the sky
we can't all be winners,
and mother, I try

Digging through these wastes of flesh
I found a rose
Born of sweat and fever's afterglow
Plant me like a seed within a stone
I'll wait another lifetime
To be born

I only bet on the rain...

Digging through the mud
I found a bell
It summoned all the butterflies
In hell
Blackened wings indifferent to all pain
Begging
Singe me
Burn me
Engulf me again

I only bet on the rain...

Play my songs on spoons and rusty cans
On a deserted beach
Come hold my hand
Lose my soul, my spleen for you
On the burning sand
Mold me, mark me, bruise me
I'm clay in your hands

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from The Bethlehem Tapes, released April 24, 2010
written by Clara Engel

Clara Engel: voice, guitar
Taylor Galassi: cello

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Clara Engel Toronto, Ontario

Guitarist, songwriter, singer, visual artist.

Based in TO.

Portrait of Clara by Yuki Komura

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