Calexico Writer's Minor Holiday Lyrics

Writer's Minor Holiday lyrics
Thumbtacks all spread out across your hometown state
A hollow tree at half mast
Wait until wintertime, leaves a paper trail
And a licorice plant that's overgrown

Like a cabin in the woods on a minor
Like a minor holiday

Wool rich, red plaid wool, Irish whiskey glass
Here comes my fine bright haired lass
Like a trash fire burning and burning it
My heart could never write, the words never fail

And tucked under your cap
And for a moment there's a stillness
Before the room spins again
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A minor holiday, spin it again
Ride it out so you can tell

Wasted on the weekend, making good time with my excuse
Where the plot lines are like dead ends
Floating in her eyes at the bottom of a well
Floating in her eyes ride it out for a spell

On a minor holiday, transfer this weight
On a minor holiday, transfer this weight
Minor holiday, minor holiday
Oh, minor holiday, going back and forth
On a minor holi, minor holiday, a minor holiday