White Goose from Animal Poem by Anna Tivel

june was just around the corner, the rain my only lover
a green so bright and tender, i got high enough to let it blow my mind
i was a kid in some past life, i shot a white goose flying south
crimson rose blooming across, the empty wildness he fell out of
drunk with power, sick with pain, i laid in fields to feel something
small and lost and full of thanks, i guess the rain just made me think of it

blue dragonflies on rubber, the cracked tires by the river
the pull of muddy water, hiding quick flashes of silver, it's alright
in just a minute i'll be fine, i got the meaning wrong again took for granted everything i need to breathe and feel and live
the tender green, the violent wind, i want to let it make me change
born, then blown around, then dead, i guess the rain just made me think of it

five semis in the darkness, the stars that map the night shift
driving back to oregon on the burned out path the fire took, i could cry
only chimneys left alive, is there a lonelier sight
the ghost of everything we loved and everything we didn't fight for
the wild midnight forest, the kid, the gun, the white goose
the wind, the tender green, the summer rain just made me think of it
june was just around the corner, the rain my only lover
a green so bright and tender, i got high enough to let it blow my mind

• Folk
• indie
• indie folk
• indie folk acoustic
• Portland