Love Song Of The Buzzard
Iron & Wine Lyrics


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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

Overall Meaning

"03-Lovesong Of The Buzzard" is a melancholic yet poetic song about fleeting moments of beauty and love in the midst of the mundane and dark realities of life. The first verse sets the tone of the song as the singer describes the beauty of Lucy in the shade of the dogwood blooms, juxtaposed with the sorrow of a poison fish. The second verse delves deeper into the themes of the song, as the singer reflects on the limitations of people to be the saviors they aspire to be while observing a buzzard in a dogwood tree singing a love song, perhaps mocking the human desire for love and salvation. The third verse continues with the imagery of springtime and promises, but with the underlying knowledge that these may be illusions that cannot be realized, as Lucy jokes about a map to heaven.


Through this song, Iron & Wine and Calexico express their lyrical and musical collaboration, with Sam Beam's distinctive voice and poetic lyrics that are perfectly complemented by Calexico's evocative and experimental arrangements. The song is part of their collaborative album "In the Reins" released in 2005, which features seven original songs co-written by the two bands. "03-Lovesong Of The Buzzard" showcases their shared affinity for Americana and folk styles while also adding their unique touches of experimentation.


Line by Line Meaning

In the failing light of the afternoon
As the light of day slowly fades away


Lucy in the shade of the dogwood blooms
Lucy is standing in the cool shade of the dogwood tree's flowers


Yesterday the solace of a poison fish
Yesterday brought only temporary relief like a poisonous fish that makes you feel better before killing you


Tomorrow I'll be kissing on her blood red lips
Tomorrow I'll be passionately kissing her on her vibrant, red lips


No one is the savior they would like to be
No one can truly be the savior they aspire to become


The love song of the buzzard in the dogwood tree
The buzzard's haunting song of love echoes through the tree


With a train of horses laughing through the traffic line
A group of horses gallops joyfully through the crowded city streets


And the cradle's unimaginative sense of time
Time seems to cease as if stuck in the dull routine of infancy


Springtime and the promise of an open fist
Spring brings new beginnings and the hope for an unclenched hand


A tattoo of a flower on a broken wrist
A permanent reminder of beauty on a damaged wrist


Lucy tells me jokingly to wipe her brow
Lucy playfully instructs me to wipe the sweat from her forehead


With a pocket map to heaven and the sun goes down
As the sun sets, we hold onto a map to an idealistic heaven, a place of peace and happiness




Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: SAMUEL ERVIN BEAM

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

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



All comments from YouTube:

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 .

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