"Flightless Bird American Mouth" - Iron & Wine
I listen to this and think back to a time when love felt so real that even I had to sit back and wonder how this all could've happened to me. I think back not wanting it again, but being happy that I had the chance more than once in my life to love like this and be loved even more so in return. This is when I felt my most beautiful. This is what this song fills me with now that I don't feel anything at all.
Lyrics:
I was a quick-wit 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
http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/ironwine/flightlessbirdamericanmouth.html
http://plagueofangels.blogspot.com/2007/08/iron-and-wine.html
I listen to this and think back to a time when love felt so real that even I had to sit back and wonder how this all could've happened to me. I think back not wanting it again, but being happy that I had the chance more than once in my life to love like this and be loved even more so in return. This is when I felt my most beautiful. This is what this song fills me with now that I don't feel anything at all.
Lyrics:
I was a quick-wit 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
http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/ironwine/flightlessbirdamericanmouth.html
http://plagueofangels.blogspot.com/2007/08/iron-and-wine.html
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