Testi:
Veirs Laura

Bird of prey Gonna float away To a feather cloud formation I?m gonna dig For pretty and strange Gonna open me up A black gold vein Arrow on fire Flash

I?m a chimney sweeping man You see the black lines On the backs of my hands I planted all the gardens I sent off all the hand-typed letters To the empty

I was walking through the snow When I saw a distant glow Of a farmhouse nestled down beneath the trees With a guitar on my back I thought it sure can

Now the raging of the forest fires end And all the mammals fled I smell in the charred darkness A little green, a little red When you sing your song

I will not have a child, I will be wild And not produce meat for your slaughter No more cannon fodder Company whip cracks at the break of dawn Back

My wooden vibrating mouth Sing me your lover?s song Come with me we?ll head up north Where the rivers run icy and strong The empty theater is lying

Hear the whistle blow far off In the still night without stars See the tracks laid flat with a hammer's might They're the spike driver's scars They're

Lake swimming Shucking free our deadened selves Like snakes and corn do Our bodies tore off swimming suits And all the old notions The cold ocean far

Breathe life to the street from the mouth Those ruby red lips have much to give Pull life from the land with your capable hands Those life loving beautiful