Its very melancholy, and I'm feeling it a bit right now...either the song is enhancing it or causing it, I can't tell definitely so its probably a bit of both...
But I'm not sad, I'm actually really happy. Everything is brought into focus for some reason. I'm not going to question it, just enjoy it while it lasts.
'Flightless Bird, American Mouth' by Iron&Wine
lyrics:
I was a quick wet boy, diving too deep for coins
All of your street light eyes wide on my plastic toys
Then when the cops closed the fair,
I cut my long baby hair
Stole me a dog-eared map and called for you everywhere
Have I found you
Flightless bird, jealous, weeping or lost you, american mouth
Big pill looming
Now I'm a fat house cat
Nursing my sore blunt tongue
Watching the warm poison rats curl through the wide fence cracks
Pissing on magazine photos
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold
And clean blood of Christ mountain stream
Have I found you
Flightless bird, grounded, bleeding or lost you, american mouth
Big pill stuck going down
1 comment:
OK Annie, still a strange song but I am reading Twilight...Your Christmas present. I went to talk to you about 10 times today and you were not there. I miss you!!
Maria
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