fly, blackbird, fly
frozen the sea I see you
old cover clouds new snow there they go.
silent but wings
sun orange small I see you
nowhere is home go alone and alone.
fly, angel, fly
older than me I feel you
coalcovered clouds white snow there you go.
heard myself call
far from them all I feel you
left them behind or ahead and he said:
sooner or later you get up off the floor
when no one wants to hear it anymore.
someday soon you’re gonna get up off the floor
‘cause no one wants to hear that…
cry, blackbird, cry
over the waves I hear you
coalcovered clouds white snow there they go.
ice on your wings
songless he sings I hear you
nowhere is home all alone there’s a phone.
[Kevin Moore, S.O.S., 1998]
Tag: eus voci, infralogie