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are you with me?
Lovers in the arms
of another sleepless night
can you save me?
come on save me
Caged bird
singing like a prophetess
artful and tragic
behind
the wire lines
of all our complex points of logic
And he woke up
tired of dying
a shame of self
not living in
God given skin
My mind
holds this building together
salvation comes like a wrecking ball
in a plume of dust and
a heart like feathers
A heart like feathers
Agreed.
and isn't it long.......................................................................not a driving track!
This is really something. 10. I'll be getting this CD next month. Added to Q.
This song is good for the ears...
The song and the album title are an allusion to this poem—
“Hope” is the thing with feathers
by Emily Dickinson
“Hope” is the thing with feathers —
That perches in the soul —
And sings the tune without the words —
And never stops — at all —
And sweetest — in the Gale — is heard —
And sore must be the storm —
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm —
I’ve heard it in the chillest land —
And on the strangest Sea —
Yet — never — in Extremity,
It asked a crumb — of me.
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson — December 10, 1830 – May 15, 1886
Beautiful. Thank you!
This song is good for the ears...
The song and the album title are an allusion to this poem—
“Hope” is the thing with feathers
by Emily Dickinson
“Hope” is the thing with feathers —
That perches in the soul —
And sings the tune without the words —
And never stops — at all —
And sweetest — in the Gale — is heard —
And sore must be the storm —
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm —
I’ve heard it in the chillest land —
And on the strangest Sea —
Yet — never — in Extremity,
It asked a crumb — of me.
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson — December 10, 1830 – May 15, 1886
is it just me or are some of the strings totally out of tune during the chorus?