Ferron "Ferron" 1977 Canada very rare original Private Acid Folk Psych only 100 Pressed.
When I was a child alone in my bed
I was told there were things that would eat me
I’d get all the pillows surrounding my head
And pray for a power to save me
Freedom, come to me now
I feel like a feather pinned under a plow
What mask I could wear
Seems to choke me somehow
And I can’t find the courage to cry right out loud
Little girls in their dresses and boys in their guns
And me in some center just sitting
I’m neither the other nor neither this one
And I feel like a poem half written
Freedom, come to me now
I feel like a feather pinned under a plow
What mask I could wear
Seems to choke me somehow
And I can’t find the courage to cry right out loud
And when I grew older I met me a love
But you know that he couldn’t stay with me
He meant me to fit him like a tailor made glove
The position just didn’t portray me
Freedom, come to me now
I feel like a feather pinned under a plow
The mask I could wear
Seems to choke me somehow
And I can’t find the courage to cry right out loud
And a woman’s love touched me and seared to my core
And I thought I had finally found me
She wanted my loving but she wanted much more
And our mirroring has tempted to drown me
Go inward go inward go deep where you lie
To find you a kingdom with acres to fly
Where you won’t carry loses and you can’t measure gains
And find yourself humming a free-er refrain
And I live all alone in the silent night talks
Telling me tales of failure
And all of my running and long winter walks
Remind me that I’m my own jailer
Freedom, come to me now
I feel like a feather pinned under a plow
The mask I could wear
Seems to choke me somehow
And I can’t find the courage to cry right out loud
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