Picking up the pieces.. Dylan Likes music, deviantart, and travelling the world Dislikes nothing much.. Would love to have chocolate chip cookies
There are big ships and small ships. But the best ship of all is friendship. -Author Unknown
Thursday, November 19, 2009/ 7:00 AM
Flightless Bird, American Mouth -Iron and Wine
I was a quick, wet 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 Crawl through the wide fence cracks Pissing on magazine photos Those fishing lures thrown in the cold and clean Blood of Christ mountain stream
Have I found you?, Flightless Bird; Grounded, bleeding? Or lost you, American Mouth; Big Pill, stuck going down