Anais Mitchell Before The Eyes Of Storytelling Girls Lyrics

i could tell you stories like the government tells lies
ah, but no one listens anymore
in the rooms, the women come and go
talking on the mobile phones
and the television talks about the war
when i was a baby, there was laughter in my house
my daddy smoked domestic cigarettes
and thursday nights on the radio
live in concert- live from cairo:
mother of egypt!

mama, mama, be with me
with the music in your breast
in your glittering evening dress
and the white flag in your fist trembling

i could tell you stories like the past was dead and
gone
but i know nothing changes in this world
every day the muezzin calls the sun comes up and baghdad falls
before the eyes of storytelling girls
she was just a poor man's daughter
going down into the sultan's bed
he was desert, she was water
and he remembered every word she said, that she said,

and i say, grandma, grandma, be with me
in your tragic wedding gown
with your long hair hanging down
and the stories tumbling out, tumbling

i could tell you stories like the government tells lies
ah, but no one listens anymore
in the rooms the women come and go
talking on the mobile phones
and the television talks about the war, about the war
the television talks about the war