Lovesong 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

The opening lines of the song "Lovesong of the Buzzard" paint an image of a peaceful and calm afternoon with Lucy seeking refuge under a dogwood tree. However, the next line about "solace of a poison fish" highlights the idea of poisonous or harmful elements being a source of comfort for someone. This juxtaposition suggests that perhaps Lucy is going through a difficult time, the pain of which is akin to that of a poisonous fish. Yet, despite this, the singer anticipates a future where they'll be kissing Lucy's blood-red lips, thereby contradicting the sense of discomfort that was earlier portrayed.


The idea of the untenability of the human savior complex is captured in the following lines where the singer notes that "no one is the savior they would like to be". This statement is juxtaposed with the "love song of the buzzard in the dogwood tree”, which adds a poetic and surreal dimension to the track. The final verse describes a playful and light-hearted interaction with Lucy in the backdrop of the impending dusk. The last line, "with the pocket map to heaven and the sun goes down," captures the fleetingness of life's moments and a sense of urgency to enjoy them before they disappear. There is depth in the song's enigmatic lyrics, and it leaves the listener room for interpretation and reflection.


Line by Line Meaning

In the failing light of the afternoon
As the sun begins to set in the late afternoon


Lucy in the shade of the dogwood blooms
Lucy seeking refuge from the sun under the shade of the dogwood flowers


Yesterday the solace of a poison fish
The fleeting comfort found in something that is ultimately harmful - like eating poisonous fish


Tomorrow I'll be kissing on her blood red lips
The artist anticipates being intimate with Lucy, whose lips are described as red like blood


No one is the savior they would like to be
People often fall short of their own expectations of being a hero or savior


The love song of the buzzard in the dogwood tree
The singer imagines a buzzard singing a love song while perched on a dogwood tree


With a train of horses laughing through the traffic line
In the midst of chaotic traffic, the singer pictures a group of horses calmly trotting along and even laughing


And the cradle's unimaginative sense of time
Time moves on steadily and predictably, much like the repetitive motion of a cradle


Springtime and the promise of an open fist
With the arrival of spring comes the potential for new beginnings and opportunities to grasp


A tattoo of a flower on a broken wrist
A permanent reminder of something beautiful on a part of the body that is damaged or symbolic of pain


Lucy tells me jokingly to wipe her brow
Lucy makes light of the physical exertion of being in the sun by asking the singer to wipe her forehead


With a pocket map to heaven and the sun goes down
In a moment of peace as the sun sets, the artist and Lucy have a small token that represents hope and a better place




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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