Personnel:
Joe Mahoney: song, sing, synthesizers, guitars, bass, drums
Bridget Matros: sing, sing, sing
Robot: drum
Row Her Away 
Found my apartment completely unfurnished
Wondering how that might have happened in the dark
Made my bed, I wanted to go to sleep early
Someone came over, now things have really changed
I want to row her away
From the barbary eyes
I want to row her away
Turn her into white light
Pouring over the pictures of you
From the time I let you wear my clothes
No one could ever discover the pattern
That sat on the front of your repose
Make me, make me, don't make me go silent
Barrels of paint lined up behind the new recruits
Cigarettes, blindfolds growing in the garden
My sweat is on the floorboard of another night
Witch
Take your dust outside
We're trying to sleep
Our daughter Fran
Was named a witch
And died for that
"Thou shalt not suffer
A witch to live"
They used to say
So Fran eloped
Into the lake
And splashed a bit
Our Fran, she lived like you
The sky is beautiful
Inside my eyes
it won't remind
My cloudy skies
To rain on Fran
A burning witch
The folks sit in their homes
With shows
But I won't relent, Fran,
I mean to take your tent
And make a home
For us to see through
Take your dust outside
We're trying to sleep
Our daughter Fran
Was named a witch
And died for that
"Thou shalt not suffer
A witch to live"
They used to say
So Fran exploded
Into the lake
And splashed a bit
Fran lived a life like you
Fran leapt a life like you
Our Fran she lived like you
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"Oct 68"
the debut CD by The Poppies.
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