Bug bites on my head
Bell's polishing burned sand
A stranger is sometimes better than a weary friend
She shakes
Again, and again, and again
Shacks tremble in the swooping wind
Baby go to bed without a kiss
Dented cases holding feathers
Dream of parts that are gone forever
No one here to hold the ladder till the end
The preacher weeps on a tomb
passing age, healing cause
falling leaf, we dig until the core
The womb is warm but I'm on my own
Point the mast to the setting of the sun
I guess we ride
Sweet mountians sinch the row
Dream of whiskey and the next place we call home
The beating of your heart banging like a drum
Next waves sail right over
Amber waves we tumble on and on and on and on and on and on and on
Shacks tremble in the swooping wind
Baby go to bed without a kiss
Dented cases holding feathers
Dream of parts that are gone forever
No one here to hold the ladder in the end
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Would be cool to know what you thought of when you wrote it. Sounds familiar. Dented cases holding feathers: what does that mean when you say it. Can you tell?
ReplyDeleteDori,
ReplyDeleteI meant it in a couple of ways tied to the story. Dented cases holding feathers was my intentions nurturing her naivety. It also belongs as an anchor and placed in the chorus because the girl is gone (in death), blurry whiskey gleam and sailing away to the beat of my own death.
Hope that makes the song more understandable!