longfingered from iffy south by Iffy South

I've read it in books a thousand times
a page of pictures, a page or rhymes

You're hanging from hooks across the sky
a constellation for a while

It's longfingered

Why don't you let yourself down?
you and I--we belong under

The truth's in the mud you're crouched atop
a pile of dust and feathers
longfingered

You and I--we belong under

Another kind of stranger takes you on, takes you down
to tie the savage tight

I see your shadow hanging down
the clouds are wild animals
I see you shadow hanging
longfingered

Another kind of stranger takes you on, takes you down
to tie the savage tight
another kind of stranger takes you on, takes you down
and I don't want nothing

and I don't want nothing upon my powerlines
and I don't want nothing to teach me how to hide, how to fly
and I don't want you here to keep the sky alive

• Electronic
• ghostsong
• triphop
• Vancouver