We're About 9 - Frozen lyrics

by Brian Gundersdorf Featuring Jen Smith on cello and mandocaster There’s a man with a gun in his hand on a hill in the snow—a thirty-year-old Alaskan “How did he get there?” you may ask yourself. I ask that question again and again. He just stands there in his overalls. Why does he look so content? Is it faith in his aim? Were the timing and game chosen? From his side of the frame do I look the same—frozen? There’s a man with a pen in his hand on a stool in an apartment in Maryland “How did he get there?” you may ask yourself. I ask that question again and again to my carnivorous plant, the ash photo stand, second home of a thirty year old Alaskan Is it faith in his aim? Were the timing and game chosen? From his side of the frame do I look the same—frozen?