A. Savage - Thanksgiving Prayer

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Director/Editor/Producer: Tiff Pritchett
Director of Photography: David Spector
1st Assistant Camera: Evan Wilkins
Makeup Artist: Isa Castro-Cota
Production Assistant: Hunter Reed
Lead Actor (as himself): A. Savage
Saxophonist: Jeff Tobias
Drummer: Annie Hart
Bassist: Kelsa Kuchera
Prop assistants - Pam Garavano, Melanie Sheehan, Ryan Naideau

LYRICS
My money melts like sugar in the shower when I don’t sing
Like a broken mockingbird that’s put in pawn
And traded in for diamond jewelry
The shines but only briefly in the golden heart of fall
Where the afternoons wain quickly and your breath
Floats in the final beams of evening
But I don’t need dollars, pounds, or pesos
To know I am rich
I’ve got people who allow themselves to love me
And are insane enough to be loved
It’s funny to think how much time we quietly spend apart
You don’t need to be a witness to have withness
And I’m with you now, that’s certain
Civilize me from the wilderness of constant mercy
Guarding a nursery of light
That drifts inside me like a caravan of floating candles
Trying not to capsize in the night
Listen close to the dark and write down what it says
Like it’s words are your own,
And dig a hole inside yourself
And bury them there
Thanksgiving Day is every day I write a song like this
When I get down on all four paws and drag myself
by my own jaws toward a feeling
And I wise woman once told me no one has a single voice
You’re a chorus harmonizing
Or opposing voices rising
Or a string of strangers waiting for their turn to speak
So every day just ask yourself who would you rather be
A conductor or a cop
or a night watchmen slowly strolling an asylum
Civilize me from the wilderness of constant mercy
Cut like a kite string in a storm
That’s drifting through me like a caravan of floating candles
Huddled in clusters to keep warm
At the end of the hunt when you cut what you grow
will you have what you want?
And feast when fear is fleeced from the sheets of a ghost
When you open your eyes to the sound of the dawn
Peel a dream off your brain
The film that takes the shape of the surface you dry it on
Like a Thankgiving prayer you can taste in the air