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
Have I found you
Flightless bird, grounded, bleeding or lost you, american mouth
Big pill stuck going down
-Flightless Bird, American Mouth by Iron and Wine
I am currently entertaining my infatuation for Iron and Wine.
It would be my pleasure, to have the significance of the extremely bizarre and eccentric choice of words made understood to me.
One day..
Dreamy music for dreamy days :)
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