I’m working on a new AMV about a man named Nestor Carroway who runs the local toy store in Lemon.  In the front window he has the huge diorama – a really beautiful replica of downtown Lemon.    If you look closely at the diorama, you’ll see about a dozen tiny bronze figures scattered here and there – in the buildings, on the benches.  Not many people know this, but these figures placed randomly, nor are they supposed to be different little characters.  They are all Nestor himself.  Every place and pose represents an important, if small, memory of his.  When he told me the story about the girl in the sack cloth, I knew I had to write up his story.

Here’s the first song, “The Girl in the Sack Cloth”:

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Lyrics:
She lived down near the railroad tracks
At the top of the hill by the black smoke stacks
In a rough little house all the windows were cracked
Didn’t have any clothes but she’d sewed up a sack

I used to play piana at the old town hall
There was never a crowd in fact no one at all
But one day at the end of a sad little song
I saw the girl in the sack cloth singing along

Lord lord lord alleluia
Everything I love is blown away

She was making it up as she sang in the air
All the dreams in her heart and the way that she cared
Her eyes were closed tight and her hands in her hair
For as long as I played I knew she’d be there…

But my hands grew heavy and the moment I stopped
The girl in the sack disappeared in the dark
And as I ran from the room with my just broken heart
I knew the girl in the sack cloth could never be caught

Went down later on to the railroad tracks
Made my way up the hill to the black smoke stacks
I knocked on the door of the rough little shack
But there was nobody home and she never came back

Lord lord lord alleluia
Everything I love is blown away