— lyric starters : the decemberists , the crane wife .
she had no heart so hardened.
each feather, it fell from skin ‘til threadbare while she grew thin.
how were my eyes so blinded?
and i will hang my head, hang my head low.
there’s an island hidden in the sound.
sorrow fills the silence all around.
no boot mark here, nor fingerprint.
the tides will come and go witnessed by no waking eye.
all we know for sure amidst this fading light: we’ll not go home again.
i produced my pistol, then my saber.
make no whistle or thou will be murdered.
i will dress your eyelids with dimes upon your eyes.
go to sleep now, little ugly.
go to sleep now, you little fool.
you’ll not feel the drowning.
forget you once had sweethearts. they’ve forgotten you.
that’s where my true love lies.
then will you make a grave?
i will be home then. i will be home then.
there at the fair when our eyes caught, careless, got my heart right pierced by a pin.
no, i lingered here with the blankets barren.
but o, my love, though our bodies may be parted, though our skin may not touch skin, look for me with the sun-bright sparrow.
i will come on the breath of the wind.
you say you can’t break away.
i’m here with my hands on my heart.
i’ll shout out my love to the stars.
when we first laid eyes i swore to no compromise.
well, how soon we were betrayed.
i swear to the stars i’ll burn this whole city down.
sing, muse, of the passion of the pistol.
it was the perfect crime.
it stinks of slumber and disaster.
they told their lies as heaven-sent.
the way came with a curse and a caterwaul.
the war came with all the poise of a cannonball.
when the war came, the war came hard.
you better shut your windows tight.
everybody knows if you don’t mind your mother’s words a wicked wind will blow your ribbons from your curls.
they used to be just like me and you.
now killing is their only source of joy.
they’re waiting till the dead of night.
summer blows away and quietly, it gets swallowed by a wave.
it was a cold night and the snow lay round.
i am a poor man. i haven’t wealth nor fame.
and the winter’s so long.
all the stars were crashing ‘round.
all i ever meant to do was to keep you.
i was greedy, i was vain.
there’s a bend in the wind and it rakes at my heart.
when we arrive, sons and daughters, we’ll make our homes on the water.
we’ll build our walls aluminum.
we’ll fill our mouths with cinnamon, now.
we’ll leave our tracks untraceable now.
hear all the bombs fade away.
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