"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 cle...
A song pops up in my head in bed, carrying with it a memory that may not always be described in words. So the music in it of itself allows me to tell my stories. This is my writer's pen. This is my '3' and my 'M'. This is my passion in life; my blog; my light and though it may occasionally lose its shine, it will never completely leave me in the dark.