Mavi Graves: Music

The mica mine

(Mavi Graves)

When Ryan and I were nine. King and
queen of the summertime. In the cottonwoods
we'd climb. This land is yours this land is mine.

Digging in a mica mine, we feel so rich, the way
it shines. "Enjoy it while we can," says Ryan, "they'll
want the oil shale by and by."
"I don't understand, the mica mine belongs
to you and I. What's oil shale got on a mica mine?
Oil don't shine the way mica shines."

Explode, ignite.

When Ryan and I were 29, knew something
about wrong and right. No husbands, no wives
needed new meaning for our lives. We talked all
night. This town don't feel like home, says I, people
scarcely get by. I must do what I feel is right. I'm
gonna need you there by my side. This town of
ours aint no oil shale mine.

Explode, ignite. This feeling I got is like dynamite.

It was the fourth of July, explosions in red, blue and white.
We just drove by, got front row seats at an oil shale mine.

Past Evelyns out-of business sign, a wild patch of columbines,
past good old days and olden times, a headless chicken
and a mica mine.

It was the fourth of July, it was a good day to die.
It was the fourth of July, it was a good day to
explode, ignite. This feeling I got is like dynamite
(what's oil shale got on a mica mine, oil don't shine
the way mica shines)