Utah Phillips - Shadow Maker Lyrics
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    Shadow Maker

    I'm a reader of books, a teller of stories
    A poet in danger of drowning in words
    And sometimes a singer who needs to remember
    Some songs are better off left to the birds

    The shadow maker still picks at the paper
    And hands me a shadow that looks just like me
    He's better than some with an eye and a thumb
    For he knows how to touch and he knows how to see

    The young artist waits for his friends at the doorway
    And feeds on the praise that belongs to the proud
    His muses all dressed in their gallery best
    Will bend down to greet the applause of the crowd

    The shadow maker still picks at the paper
    A bucking horse cowboy as plain as can be
    He's better than most with a lie or a boast
    For he knows how to touch and he knows how to see

    It's one of those nights in the heat of the night
    When the truth is a razer electric and shrill
    The manicans sing and the registers ring
    And the dead tell us all how the living can kill

    The shadow maker still picks at the paper
    I feel like a door that's been handed the key
    He's better than some with a knife or a gun
    For he knows how to touch and he knows how to see

    The shadow maker still picks at the paper
    And hands me a shadow that looks just like me
    He's better than some with an eye and a thumb
    For he knows how to touch and he knows how to see

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