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Riddle

from Nodding Flowers by Matt Oleksa

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Upstate town, no one around, kids kick the stone around
Get to thinkin’ what to be drinkin’ under the kitchen sink an’
Gotta pick a team, there's gotta be queen, gotta be a debt in between
Her and her Jack—runt of her pack—her card stacked against his
Don’t like it Jack? Take it back to the riddle

Babushka spits tobacco, knits to the tune of his tortured fiddle
Jill left him for a joker named Jim and she’s never comin’ back again
Reflections of a maiden—candle-lit and fadin’—in the memory of a frost-stained window
House been built on a shoddy-man’s stilts, pulled down by its own shadow
Don’t like the shack, Jack? Bum a hobo sack. Take it back to the riddle

Of course a man can take a stand, right hand pressed against the Bible
And in the other one tote a gun and fire one for fun in the sunset
Promising you everything you took but couldn't capture
And for a fee due quarterly a fair share of the rapture
Man, whatever man

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from Nodding Flowers, released March 16, 2016
Matt Oleksa: vocals, guitars, piano, harmonica, bass, drums, percussion

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