Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Marbled Godwit, artist - Bowerbirds. Album song Hymns For A Dark Horse, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 16.06.2008
Record label: Dead Oceans
Song language: English
The Marbled Godwit |
| Great white puffs of lumbering buffalo |
| Blanket the fishbowl sky, and I am tired |
| I sip my tea and sniff the ocean |
| Not but an hour from now, I will be home |
| Swing me low, mark me a coward |
| The whims of the West must die |
| Here is the resting ground |
| Here is my smile, my pink little toes |
| (Bound to your oil machines) |
| Death to the civilized |
| (Hoarding the land and sea) |
| Death to the civilized |
| (Stolen through violent means) |
| Death when all want masquerades as need |
| The marbled godwit line the coast |
| I grasp for my straw cap; |
| I’m lashed to my brave little raft |
| The waves do toss this worthy vessel |
| Impress on my tiny brain |
| This strange and dangerous beauty |
| I feel it’s scale |
| I feel its industry., |
| Making a flea of us |
| And dusting us off |
| And talks in a hush |
| A little disappointed |
| (Bound to your oil machines) |
| Death to the civilized |
| (Hoarding the land and sea) |
| Death to the civilized |
| (Stolen through violent means) |
| Death when all want masquerades as need |