Blackbird Raum
path of raven
my spine a walking canemy crumbling clothes and broken roadcarved with wheel marks in the mud down the neck of the hillschased the croak of scavenger birdsstreet corner to street corning dragging cast out by the innkeepergo from heregrasp the handle of the pushcart to drive it across the crowdhow far to throw them so not to know thema colorless procession except for the flags they never cease to wavebut when they cross my path I walk the other waywhere the magpie sings us a car alarm pulled up by a starling flock once againfrom gathering parchment from the lack bottom to dry off under the fire escapein caverns of entrance ways or anywhere thereI'm laying to hide the sleep in rain
Aus Songtexte Mania