Northern Gales
I have been traveling long, with the weight of this unwritten song and now here you are, here you are and it’s gone. When the room gets filled up with dark, I will listen to your hummingbird heart and for the fluttering, the fluttering to start. I tried to map it all out, in the flowerbed you were reading Cummings out loud and the petals pulled were scattered and strewn into puzzles by your beautiful mouth. You with your raincloud lips, your tiny hands and your earthquake kiss, you have covered me, you’ve covered me in this. Your name is a strange souvenir from a place I’ve never truly been near, but I will carry it, I’ll carry it through the years. I tried to settle the swells, and coast into port on the back of these sails, but the canvas was worn, tattered and torn into threads by the northern gales. So it’s here I’ll stand and I’ll wait, like a soldier at some ancient gate. With his head bowed down, away from the crown of a queen who’s only known as fate.
credits
from The River You Drink From Will Drown You,
released March 3, 2011
Kevin Coons - vocals, guitar
Rachel Spotten - piano, vocals
Paul Frankel - drums
Brenneth Stevens - guitar
Morgan Enos - bass
George Major - violin
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