Lovesong Of The Buzzard
Iron & Wine(아이언 & 와인) Lyrics
In the failing light of the afternoon
Lucy in the shade of the dogwood blooms
Yesterday the solace of a poison fish
Tomorrow I'll be kissing on her blood red lips
No one is the savior they would like to be
The love song of the buzzard in the dogwood tree
With a train of horses laughing through the traffic line
And the cradle's unimaginative sense of time
Springtime and the promise of an open fist
A tattoo of a flower on a broken wrist
Lucy tells me jokingly to wipe her brow
With a pocket map to heaven and the sun goes down
Lucy in the shade of the dogwood blooms
Yesterday the solace of a poison fish
Tomorrow I'll be kissing on her blood red lips
No one is the savior they would like to be
The love song of the buzzard in the dogwood tree
With a train of horses laughing through the traffic line
And the cradle's unimaginative sense of time
A tattoo of a flower on a broken wrist
Lucy tells me jokingly to wipe her brow
With a pocket map to heaven and the sun goes down
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: SAMUEL ERVIN BEAM
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saxatile
In the failing light of the afternoon
Lucy in the shade of the dogwood blooms
Yesterday the solace of a poison fish
Tomorrow I'll be kissing on her blood red lips
No one is the savior they would like to be
The love song of the buzzard in the dogwood tree
With a train of horses laughing through the traffic line
And the cradle's unimaginative sense of time
Springtime and the promise of an open fist
A tattoo of a flower on a broken wrist
Lucy tells me jokingly to wipe her brow
With a pocket map to heaven and the sun goes down
saxatile
In the failing light of the afternoon
Lucy in the shade of the dogwood blooms
Yesterday the solace of a poison fish
Tomorrow I'll be kissing on her blood red lips
No one is the savior they would like to be
The love song of the buzzard in the dogwood tree
With a train of horses laughing through the traffic line
And the cradle's unimaginative sense of time
Springtime and the promise of an open fist
A tattoo of a flower on a broken wrist
Lucy tells me jokingly to wipe her brow
With a pocket map to heaven and the sun goes down
Mary Mills
"The noises these buzzards make - raucous and elemental. The old birds make a kind of throaty chuckling to their young, but if they have a love song, I have not heard it."
(Mary Austin, The Land of Little Rain, pg. 16)
diff1star 2032
I've love this song for nearly 10 years.
Difceo
Eva Sunstone
It's ok if we all hear something different in the lyrics. I thought it was literally about what romance might be from a buzzard's perspective. What seems like carnage to humans is a romantic bounty for two buzzards in love. Just a thought.
Bear PlaysStuff
I like that idea, two buzzards in love :)
Md. Rahfi Hassan
অনেক ভাল লাগলো
Loved it
Andy Blanton
Damn, for such a high view count, very few likes/dislikes. And damn, for such a high like to dislike ratio, people really hate this song and this album.
PlaceboJesus
Wut
Michael Z-C
11/06/2019: no, i won't keep trampling myself like this
john darwin
sonic perfection .