Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Orpheus/Sonnet , by - Patricia Barber. Song from the album Mythologies, in the genre ПопRelease date: 31.12.2005
Record label: Blue Note
Song language: English
Orpheus/Sonnet |
| These days, I have become a collector, |
| Tender of the flimsy, yellow, and still. |
| Putting one foot in front of the other, |
| I take the formless to heart, and I fill |
| Pots with dirt and myself with cold white wine. |
| Utterly beside the point in straw hat |
| And fussing with flowers, I am consigned |
| Neither to here nor there, to this and that. |
| Long since the Furies cried, I’ve been alone |
| For gods don’t rejoice in the death of two. |
| Doggedly, like Sisyphus and his stone |
| I push, but second chances are so few. |
| When I stumble, kind eyes avert their gaze |
| And we fall each time I look back, these days. |