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  1. Cotton Mill

From the recording Other People's Lives

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Vocals, guitars, percussion: Terra Spencer
Harmony vocals: Stewart Legere
Electric guitar, percussion: Jake Smith

Lyrics

We left the high school early, he drove me into town
We noticed on the smokestack all the bricks had been torn down
He was my friend and teacher, I was eighteen years old
The textile mill in Windsor hadn’t yet been sold

The mill survived the fire that had turned the town to ash
Making clothing out of cotton until the town ran out of cash
A century of workers sweating in the heat
Now faded like the cotton, ghosts wrapped in white sheets

Sometimes dreams go nowhere but I feel like I’ve been travelling
When I try to trace the thread but the stitches come unravelling
Sometimes there is no ending, just something standing still
On a long-deserted island with an empty cotton mill

Someone had a vision that rose out of the steam
To bring the place to glory, a developer’s dream
They changed all the windows, but the new ones have gone blind
From staring at the highway with nothing on their mind

Sometimes dreams go nowhere but I feel like I’ve been travelling
When I try to trace the thread but the stitches come unravelling
It takes time to make it work, it takes work to make it right
It takes both to keep somebody warm for more than just one night

The sky was grey and heavy remembering the storm
Soft and thick like sweaters that had kept the farmers warm
It’s been twice a lifetime since I was eighteen years old
My pockets lined with secrets that haven’t yet been told