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Sparrow's Wing
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Sparrow's Wing |
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soul drifter Senior Member
since 2004-09-08
Posts 711Colorado |
Sparrow's Wing The October leaf girl washing sadness from her eyes lifts a black lash like a sparrow's wing she's a grace tainted by lover's lies And up n' down the boulevards of frustration you're doomed to never find a service station oh no love can't you ever love enough? The spark of July boy blending colors of the night shifts mood into wolfen gaze his is a face of pale dawn moonlight And in n' out all the doors of perception fired my engines of creative reflection oh now I I wanna case the open sky C'mon... sift through the wreckage of your mind c'mon... part the fine feathers to find all the baggage you can't leave behind the carousel spins all the time so c'mon... hear the sound of love as it sings through the tips of a sparrow's wing In spun chambers of heart, what blooms there can be finite but even if the afterglow fades traces can be an oasis of loving light And on n' on blood flows like wild snaking rivers in a world that demands you to stand and deliver oh sweet love d'ya think you're tough enough? C'mon... sift through the wreckage of your mind c'mon... part the fine feathers to find anything precious you can't leave behind the wheels are spinning all the time so c'mon... feel the rush of love as it sings through the tips of a sparrow's wing Little one... oh I don't find too much in the layers of me that can ever brighten the world and I'm sure you don't see meaning in you that makes you more than just a pretty girl but hey hey the sparrowsong's like a haunted ride you take down n' out of the feelings you hide oh little one... this ride has only just begun C'mon... sift through the wreckage of your mind c'mon... part the fine feathers to find hold on...destinations hold no candle flame to the ragged thread journey there go on...go on... and all that baggage you can't leave behind the carousel spins yeah it spins all the time so c'mon now... hear the sound of love as it glides through the changing of a blue-green tide c'mon now...feel the rush of love as it sings through the tips of a sparrow's wing yeah a sparrow's wing yeah a sparrow's wing Little one... "I will hang on the hook of your splendor" -Snow Patrol, 'Dark Roman Wine' |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Is this a song? It reads so lyrically... Well done!! |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Taking the world between muddy ditches here in this sad refrain of love and lies and October girls and July boys. Sadness is where you find it, and what the hell, it could have gone the other way and she'd be feeling grand sensations. July boy is a mirage and the paleness of his face color tells us he is a secret kept. If I run into Sal Paradise I'll say hi for you, and maybe he'll put in a good word to Jack for both of us. ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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ebonygirl Member Elite
since 2011-07-14
Posts 2000California U.S.A |
Soul Drifter... you wrote my song! Lol, ms. e |
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Startime1955 Senior Member
since 2012-04-22
Posts 1072Alberta, Canada |
For me I felt sadness and it made me think of all the baggage that I am learning to see than put behind me...a stunning poem that sings with meaning...*BIG HUGS* *may our dreams ever be magical* |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Nicely done and very lyrical. Got a nice appeal in the chorus type of repeats. Enjoyable read for sure. Eric true love never looks after it's own interests |
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