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performers: | Axis String Quartet: Rob Thomas, violin Marlene Rice, violin Judith Insell-Stack, viola Catherine Bent, cello Jimmy Connors, guitar (on coda only) Geoff Chirgwin, everything else (classical, electric guitars, vocals) |
| duration: | 4 min 13 sec | |
| pages of score: | 36 | |
| recorded at: | Columbia Home Studios, New York, New York Lake Warner Studios, Hadley, Massachusetts Charl | |
| mixed at: | Lake Warner Studios, Hadley, Massachusetts Charlie's Cabin Studios, Mount Desert Island, Maine< | |
| mastered at: | Broad Marsh River Studios, Wareham, Massachusetts | |
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lyric: Swiss Ann Swiss Ann Swiss Ann Swiss Ann Your directional aptitude had me impressed And then I went off in to a blast, But not before I went and prematurely assessed That our love should last You have given me a sickness and now there Is no Joy and no Hope [No Liberty] No, it's just Swiss Ann Saturate my soul. Ann, O, Swiss [Girl in the deep night walking her bicycle] Ann, O, Swiss [Girl in the deep night walking her bicycle] Ann, O, Swiss [Girl in the deep night walking her bicycle] Ann. [Girl in the deep night walking her bicycle] The perfumed residue of your Over-soaping leaches in to the air. This and the subtle bounce of your hair Cling to me; cling from you to me After hunting you down like that You think me vain And I'm just another well-fitted Tile in the water Closet of your brain Ann, O, Swiss [Girl in the deep night riding her bicycle] Ann, O, Swiss [Girl in the deep night riding her bicycle] Ann, O, Swiss [Girl in the deep night riding her bicycle] Ann. [Girl in the deep night riding her bicycle] I can see you riding your bicycle with your long skirt on My cardboard box. Your crisp blue blouse My chaotic smile Your freshly washed hair My unpunctual laughter Your unscented face My clumsy vernacular Your muscular neck My awkward gaze Your facile hands My obsessed craze Your barrista aptitude I'm just a small entry into your world And the only one in mine Ann, O, Swiss Ann. I can see you torching my picture and forgetting me entirely. |
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