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The Seamstress

from War of Currents by The Whiskers

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I dip my beak in the pond at night. Waves ripple off to encourage the sleeping sleeping cosy and soft in the heat of a street light. And on the streets our feathers fall are sounds colliding pure and small: small stillness in the night, stillness to the light. I'm on the street to creep and crawl on my words in drunken drawl that I will tell the seamstress when she calls to make me deaf to the sound of swans drowning in the pond, the cold cold pond like cutting words in a haiku. When I'm soaring on the breeze with the current moving me I'll see treasures underneath those fighting swans. I can hear them as they drown! Drowning in the pond… my heart is in my throat and it tastes like mud from the stream in that old town: the town where birdies drown. Seamstress sew those wings to me, I'll be flying down the river to canals. I've got a pal who's got a line on gigs in town. My son is getting married soon and I'll be there to party down with broken hands and broken feet and broken dreams of lying by my broken wife. Her broken neck had broke my heart until these wings were made for me. You are my seamstress, girl.

(In the fire I know there are voices rambling, voices forming, forging in the fire where I fear that you'll stay. Well I'm going down beneath the ground. I'll find you in the underworld where I'll steal the king's gold. When you call me up you'll find me all alone in the upper atmosphere where it's cold.)

This shell of a man is a ghost without his wings and wild souls wish to sing in the harmonies of muses flapping noisy and confused and tattered strings. What will they bring? Nymphs are singing verses to the boatman of the hungry city underground. Atrocious sounds are echoing and whirling. There are pure things and I'll find them. There are loose wings and you will bind them to me. I'm a broken man. Snakes are all about. I will haunt your house and I will toss your ashes out the window as the widower of Eurydice. Seamstress, sew these wings to me.
I can hear you as you drown and I know you can hear me as you drown.


from War of Currents, released April 1, 2010


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