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Tourist Woman

This song is by Cass McCombs and appears on the album Prefection (2005).

For Tourist Woman,
The itching is turning to fever
And then to form
For Tourist Woman,
Insecurities are bunk-pollen for the swarm
And vice-versa,
The swarm, turning to fury,
Captures a prisoner
Tourist Woman is unhappy
With the meager conditions
They have given her
From Oxford to UCLA
To empoverished streets
Of a Bengali village
T.W. fights for nothing,
Believes in nothing,
Except an image
The image in her mind
Is of vague origin
Of, mostly, western result
Somewhat pyramid, somewhat cross,
Somewhat a mongrel cult
Like the old man
Who slept his life away
Romantics are doomed
(And that's a good thing)


Written by:

Cass McCombs

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