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As I swan dive into the estuary, the birds do not flinch at my fall
They perch in the rafters, before, during, after: they do not notice me at all
As I float down into the estuary, wind cases my body in cool
I smell petrol fumes, see the smoke rise in plumes: the earth is one big fireball
Anecdote, lie
My own alibi
I've been telling jokes
Piled notes high
My own alibi
I've been selling rope
As I break the film of the estuary, the seaweed submerges my form
No passing cars stop, not a single jaw drops, as my wallet and keys sink before.
A splash all I left in the world
Once held a magpie in the palm of my hand and the blood in our veins flowed faster, as I'd planned
Got a heart full of love and a head full of more but a fist full of threads from the seams
and I saw a smile in that beak.
Oh I was a bird right then, one day I will be again
I've been telling jokes while selling rope to you
There's no ticker-tape, no golden gate
No carnival and no parade
Just one, one for sorrow
- Album:
- Sick Scenes
- A Los Campesinos! Christmas
- A Good Night For A Fistfight
- No Blues
- Hello Sadness
- Romance Is Boring
- Hold On Now, Youngster...
- We Are Beautiful, We Are Doomed
- Miscellaneous
- Romance Is Boring (Exclusive)
- VISIONS: All Areas, Volume 90
- Romance Is Boring (Bonus Track Version)
- Sticking Fingers Into Sockets EP
- Sticking Fingers Into Sockets
- What Death Leaves Behind
- Avocado, Baby
- Paste Sampler 115
- Love Indie Rock 2
- Heat Rash #3: Footnotes
- Heat Rash #2: Conversations