Woven Birds
Calexico Lyrics


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The plaza in the village
Where mission bells used to ring
Is now crumbled to a pile of stench and ruin
Even the swallows have spring

All the blossoms are burried
‘Neath the waste
Out of the shadows grow hatred
Along the corrider crawls fear

Crushed by the promise of hope
That never returned
Watched with a hawk's trained eye
Trees grow silent fruit

‘Neath a suffering sky
Those who have stayed, keep a flame
In memory of the fallen
And pass on the old rites despite the risk

But many more have left here
On mended broken wings
Turning to see your reaction
A tear drop fills your eye

But you protest not to give up as give in
Heading straight for the wreckage
Picking up a shovel and a hoe
Start putting back the bricks one by one

Numbers come out of the woodwork
Corious to see the rebirth
Above the swollen clouds
A strange sound fills the air

A silence never heard
Falling like blessed rain




And the swallows return
As the mission bells ring

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of the song "Woven Birds" by Calexico paint a picture of a once-thriving village that has now fallen into ruin. The plaza, where the mission bells used to ring, is now crumbled and the swallows have returned without any blossoms to welcome them. The shadows have grown hatred and fear along the corridor, and the suffering sky seems to be a testament to the pain that has taken hold of this place.


The lyrics suggest that the people who have stayed behind keep a flame burning in memory of those who have fallen and pass on the old rites to the next generation despite the risks. The ones who have left the village have taken flight on "mended broken wings" but are curious to see the rebirth of their old home.


The lyrics change in the final verse to suggest that the time for protest and inaction is over. Instead, the singer encourages the listener to pick up a shovel and hoe to start rebuilding the village one brick at a time. The silence that falls is described as being like blessed rain, and the swallows return as the mission bells ring. The message seems to be that even in the darkest moments, there is always hope for renewal.


Line by Line Meaning

The plaza in the village
The public square in the village


Where mission bells used to ring
Where the sound of bells used to come from the nearby Christian church


Is now crumbled to a pile of stench and ruin
Now it is in ruins and infested with bad smell


Even the swallows have spring
So much devastation that even birds have stopped coming


All the blossoms are burried
All the flowers are covered by dust and debris


‘Neath the waste
Under the waste and trash


Out of the shadows grow hatred
Hatred and animosity grow among people in the darkness of the ruins


Along the corrider crawls fear
Fear creeps along the long passage of the ruined building


Crushed by the promise of hope
The hope that was promised to them proved false and they are shattered


That never returned
The hope never materialized and got lost


Watched with a hawk's trained eye
Watching very carefully like a trained hawk


Trees grow silent fruit
Fruits of trees are getting destroyed due to the silence, starvation and neglect


‘Neath a suffering sky
In the open sky that is suffering


Those who have stayed, keep a flame
People who are still staying there maintain a small hope inside them


In memory of the fallen
In memory of the dead or those who have left


And pass on the old rites despite the risk
Despite the danger they still retain and pass on the old traditions


But many more have left here
But most people have abandoned this place


On mended broken wings
On wings that are mended and healed


Turning to see your reaction
Looking at you to see your response


A tear drop fills your eye
Tears come to your eyes


But you protest not to give up as give in
But you refuse to give up or surrender


Heading straight for the wreckage
Going straight to the ruins


Picking up a shovel and a hoe
Picking up tools to do the necessary work


Start putting back the bricks one by one
Begin to rebuild slowly, one brick at a time


Numbers come out of the woodwork
People start to appear suddenly and in great numbers


Corious to see the rebirth
Curious to see how the place is being brought back to life


Above the swollen clouds
Above the dark and heavy clouds


A strange sound fills the air
A curious sound fills the atmosphere


A silence never heard
A silence that is unusual and unparalleled


Falling like blessed rain
Coming down like a blessing with the rain


And the swallows return
And the birds return


As the mission bells ring
As the bells chime bringing a sense of calm and renewal




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Written by: JOHN CONVERTINO, JOSEPH BURNS

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