Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Matchstick Maker, artist - Bowerbirds. Album song Hymns For A Dark Horse, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 16.06.2008
Record label: Dead Oceans
Song language: English
Matchstick Maker |
Dredge the Cedar River |
For a previous life |
Or scour the cliffs above |
In search of lost time |
And you’ll never find the body |
As the Palisades crumble slowly |
And claim the past as their own |
Branded skin, broken vessel |
Took a job in the city |
Making matchsticks |
To start other men’s fires |
Oh |
Gorgeous blooms on these cliffs |
Midst a battery of sticks and twigs |
Gravity toils away |
Blisters on its hands from tightening ropes all day |
Lashing down all it sees |
But its pull is like a father’s and not like a king’s |
And the rule of the land is more like a strong suggestion |
As this strong current begs for the open ocean |
Branded skin, broken vessel |
Took a job in the city |
making matchsticks |
To start other men’s fires |