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When I am older than these small, goddamned hills
And there's no reason for my mind to be still
Oh, how I'll feel like a beautiful child, such a beautiful child again
Such a beautiful child, such a beautiful child again
When I have finally found my room filled with toys
Be banging on my crib, excited by noise
Oh, how I'll feel like a beautiful child, such a beautiful child again
Such a beautiful child, such a beautiful child again
And when there's nothing to gain, or bring me pain,
Or pin the blame on you or myself
And when they finally fall, these wailing walls and burdened crosses,
God's twilights and all
How I'll feel, oh how I feel, oh how I feel like a beautiful child,
Such a beautiful child again
Beautiful child, such a beautiful child again
Such a beautiful child, such a beautiful child again
When I am older than these small, goddamned hills |
- the "goddammed hills" are the Laurentian Mountains, located in Québec, Canada
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- "At one point, right after September 11, I was singing this song and looking at the stars. I'd made it out of the city. As I was singing, this voice came to me and said, God isn't coming now, but he's pretty close. I don't really mean this in a religious sense, but there was something in me writing that song that had a connection to the universe. And I realized there was going to be a lot of darkness before there was light, but that it's going to be okay. I think a lot of people have that feeling now either that, or they're watching reality shows. Then I went to record 'Beautiful Child,' I wanted it to be uplifting. It's a happy apocalypse. It's about redemption."
- "It's basically about how at the end of religion, and the end of God, and the end of extremism, and wars, and peace, and the end of everything... there's just a little baby."
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