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Junkyard Lyrics

You, me, and all the kings and queens
Buried in the junkyard
And every time the herald Cherub sings
We rattle with the car parts

I was born to lie here patiently
Be dragged on by the black star
And you were told to glow majestically
And love until your hands bleed

You stole your mother's whitest gown
Swallowed like a sunbeam
And I stole your father's crusted crown
It shook us like a bad dream

They were born to lie here patiently
Waiting for the big swing
And you were more than dressing for a feast
Eat until your teeth bleed

Oh my royalty my hand goes out to you
You look painfully true

But I saw you cry
Like you used to laugh
When you looked around
Were you looking back

At a lonely love
As to sprouting beans
No one's quite as bloom
As they'd like to be

I would love to stay
But my work is through
I'm the truest song
That was never true

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(2004 - 2008)

Page France were an indie folk-pop music band. Their music tends to be emotional and their songs tend to have simple melodies. Page France is sometimes compared to Sufjan Stevens for their use of uncommon instruments such as the glockenspiel and banjo.

The band broke up in 2008. Frontman Michael Nau is now focusing his full attention on Cotton Jones.

The band has been characterized by some as Christian due to a number of references in song lyrics and titles. However, lyricist Nau counters: "The 'Christian band' inquiry wears me out, to be honest. As for the Christian symbols in my writing — sometimes I don’t even realize that they exist until someone points them out to me. There’s really no reason; it just rolled out that way."

The band is a frequent feature on a number of music blogs, notably You Ain't No Picasso. Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.

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