Captain Beefheart and the Magic Band
Brickbats
Brickbats fly at my fireplaceUpside down I see them in the fireThey squeak and roast thereWings leap across the floorFold up the wall shadowsThe window curtain ghostThrows my heart and dusts my throatMy mind caught by the cornerGradually decides its safeBecomes a bat itselfFlexes its little clawsCurse its leather wingsWith loud, hollow popsAround the roomThreatening to dash its brainsSomehow at the last minuteRetreats and becomes a natural glueAnd holds fast and slowIn every other motionMaking the night more interestingBecomes a cold, liquid breezeThat freezes and thawsAnd pours the surroundings fullAs no breath can be takenIt drowns and relievesTo see the black turn into yellowLetras de cancionesAnd the yellow into black.BrickbatsBrickbatsBrickbatsBrickbats
From Letras Mania