Shins (The)
Port Of Morrow
Through the rain
and all the clatter,
under the Freemont bridge,
I saw a pigeon fly,
fly in fear
from a raptor
come to take its life.
Does it closed
and for the captured,
I funnel the fear through my ancient eyes.
See in flight
where I know all the bitter mechanics of life.
Under my hat,
it breathes,
the lines are all imagined.
A fact of life
I know
to hide from my little girls.
I know my place amongst
the bugs and all the animals.
And it's from these ordinary people
you were longing to be free.
In my hotel,
Letras de cancionesand on the TV,
a pitcher on the stage
like a buzzard cries
out a warning,
a phony sorrow.
He's trying to get a rise.
The cyanide
from an almond
Let him look at your hands,
get the angles right.
Ace of spades,
Port of Morrow,
life is death
is life.
I saw a photograph: Cologne in '27,
and then a postcard after the bombs in '45.
Must have been a world of evil clowns
that let it happen.
But now I recognize,
dear, listeners
that you were there
and so was I.
Under my hat, I know
the lines are allimagined.
A fact of life,
I must impress my little girls.
I know my place amongst
the creatures
in the pageant.
And there are flowers
in the garbage,
and a skull
under your curls.
From Letras Mania