A song Pete and I loved

I finally started listening to the musicians Pete turned me onto again. One of them was Bright Eyes.

After hearing this and Bright Eyes’ song ”We are Nowhere and It’s Now” I started calling Pete ”my little yellow bird”. Strange how fitting that nickname is now.

Poison Oak – Bright Eyes

Poison oak, some boyhood bravery
When the telephone was a tin can on a string
And I fell asleep with you still talking to me
You said you weren’t afraid to die

In Polaroids you were dressed in women’s clothes
Were you made ashamed?
Why did you lock them in the drawer?
And I don’t think that I ever loved you more

Than when you turned away
When you slammed the door
When you stole the car and drove towards Mexico
And you wrote bad checks just to fill your arm
I was young enough, I still believed in war

Let the poets cry themselves to sleep
And all their tearful words could turn back into steam

But me, I’m a single cell on a serpent’s tongue
And there’s a muddy field where a garden was
And I’m glad you got away, but I’m still stuck out here
My clothes are soaking wet from your brother’s tears

And I never thought this life was possible
You’re the yellow bird that I’ve been waiting for

The end of paralysis, I was a statuette
Now I’m drunk as hell on a piano bench
And when I press the keys, it all gets reversed
The sound of loneliness makes me happier

Submitted by Angela Ratliff

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