Thursday, August 24, 2006

• Currently Listening The Creek Drank the Cradle By Iron & Wine Lion's Mane see related

  This song gives me a buzz and makes me feel heady and warm.  It is a song for all seasons - the spring deep mornings when the flowers are the only things moving.  It is the summer laze and haze, a toe dipped in a pool.  It is autumn's wind, filled with crunchy leaves and the first scents of firewood and pumpkin muffins.  And it is winter's cold, dark drudge and slush and sludge, a memory of fire and hope and love in the lion's mane.  The lyrics for you:

  run like a race for family
  when you hear like you're alone
  the rusty gears of morning
  and faceless, busy phones
  we gladly run in circles
  but the shape we meant to make is gone
  
  and love is a tired symphony
  you hum when you're awake
  and love is a crying baby
  mama warned you not to shake
  and love's the best sensation
  hiding in the lion's mane
  
  so i'll clear the road, the gravel
  and the thornbush in your path
  that burns a scented oil
  that i'll drip into your bath
  the water's there to warm you
  and the earth is warmer when you laugh
  
  and love is the scene i render
  when you catch me wide awake
  and love is the dream you enter
  though i shake and shake and shake you
  and love's the best endeavor
  waiting in the lion's mane

  If not for having two jobs, and already taking time off for weddings, and the premeditated spontaneous indiscretions that would doubtlessly occur, I'd go see them in Austin, TX this September 15th. 

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