Palodine: Music
Redwinged Blackbird
(Palodine)
2008-03-25
Aryn/Whitney
When my father was a baby, his older brother nearly burned his crib down with a wax candle. Their mother ran into the room just in time to save her baby and threw the burning crib through the window. My father still has a scar on his head from this. - Katrina
Redwinged blackbird eating out of my hand. Makes his home at the edge of the land. Beachgrass dunes and plumes of gray move with a calm wind across a dark bay. Brother's in the cradle burning his wax. Momma threw the crib through the window glass. If there's a season there's gonna be change. The winds of winter are coming our way. Brother can you hear through the flames and rage? You're digging a hole you're digging a grave. I'll never have wealth, I may never be wise. But even your death won't cover your lies.