Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Oldest Memory , by - Bowerbirds. Song from the album Hymns For A Dark Horse, in the genre Иностранный рокRelease date: 16.06.2008
Record label: Dead Oceans
Song language: English
My Oldest Memory |
| I cracked my knuckles, and I said grace |
| And gave thanks for being a hundred and still feeling amazed |
| Out where the waves wrestle with the dirty brine |
| This is a lonely place. |
| This was a home of mine |
| After the struggle, Id watch the sand settle |
| Over the quiet reef. |
| Its my oldest memory |
| And I dont know whose land were on |
| Is this an island that plots like a villain |
| Or an old ghost friend we dont believe in? |
| I dont know |
| I curse the weapon we stub our toes on |
| Its the land of make believe, can’t you see, can’t you see? |
| Now in the dirt where I put my feet, and in the trunk of my body |
| Im only shy, here, when I want to be, my head between my cypress knees |
| And in the top of the canopy of the trees I am climbing |
| The morning sun here, you will see. |
| Its my oldest memory |
| And I dont know whose land were on |
| Is this an island that plots like a villain |
| Or an old ghost friend we dont believe in? |
| Is this an island that plots like a villain |
| Or an old ghost friend we dont believe in? |
| I dont know |