Thursday, April 1, 2010

Iron & Wine: Wolves (Song Of The Shepherd's Dog)

Wolves by the road and a bike wheel spinning on a pawnshop wall
She’ll wring out her colored hair like a butterfly beaten in a summer rainfall
And then roll on the kitchen floor of some fucker with a pocketful of foreign change
The song of the shepherd’s dog,
A ditch in the dark in the ear of the lamb who’s going to try to run away
Whoever got that brave?

Wolves in the middle of town and a chapel bell ringing through the windblown trees
She’ll wave to the butcher’s boy with the parking lot music everybody believes
And then dive like a dying bird at any dude with a dollar at the penny arcade
The song of the shepherd’s dog,
The waiter and the check or the rooster on a rooftop waiting for day
And you know what he’s going to say

Wolves at the end of the bed and a postcard hidden in her winter clothes
She’ll weep in the back of a truck to the traitors only trying to find her bullet hole
and then run down a canopy road to some mother and a baby with a cross to bear

The song of the shepherd’s dog
a little brown flea in the bottle of oil
for your wooly wild hair,
you’ll never get him out of there

Real Tuesday Weld: It's Wonderful Li(f)e

When you're drunk and your money's spent,
I'll drive you home and I'll pay your rent,
and say you're beautiful when you're not beautiful.

And when you're sick you know I'll change your sheets,
I'll bring you drugs, sing you to sleep,
pray for miracles when you don't believe in miracles.

And all we ever need to do is to see the world the way dreamers do.
And I'd say "Never say die,"
And you'd say "It's a wonderful life"

When you grow up,
I hope you find your way,
'Cos everyone seems lost these days
I'll try to help, though I'm adrift myself.
But if I can't save you when the darkness comes,
Or prove love greater than the glum.
I'll try to pretend right up to the end.

Though all we ever need to do is to see the world the way dreamers do.
And I'd say "Never say die,"
And you'd say "It's a wonderful life."
But you know, that's a wonderful lie.

I wrote this song long before the war,
With no idea who it was for.
But now it's done.
I'm sure theres someone it was meant for.

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