《John J. Audubon》歌词

[00:00:00] John J. Audubon - Anathallo

[00:00:30] Most of us have heard crashing so loud

[00:00:33] We hear a constant wave that spins

[00:00:35] Between our temples piercing content with its sound

[00:00:38] We lost the 20 000s several years ago

[00:00:40] Gradually we feel it washing blank the

[00:00:43] Range in which we hold the things we know

[00:00:45] Put your ear to a hummingbird's wing

[00:00:47] Place the hum against the ring

[00:00:48] Listen to its still and violent motion making

[00:00:51] Treading water

[00:00:52] We are dense waves

[00:00:53] We don't float

[00:00:54] Our stories all just sink

[00:00:55] Below the mess of wake

[00:00:57] The millions of paddled palms

[00:00:59] Our cupped hands make

[00:01:05] The millions of paddled palms

[00:01:06] Our cupped hands make

[00:01:12] The millions of paddled palms

[00:01:20] The millions of paddled palms

[00:01:21] Our cupped hands make

[00:01:27] The millions of paddled palms

[00:01:29] Overhead the goose flies low

[00:01:31] Necks curve darted straight

[00:01:33] As a compass needle

[00:01:34] Dislocated from his mate

[00:01:36] He found her body rafting toward

[00:01:38] The mouth of the river when

[00:01:40] She disappeared with the current

[00:01:41] Underneath the tree trunk bridge

[00:01:44] Out toward the mouth

[00:01:46] Out with the spilling water

[00:01:47] We saw it coming like a spirit soars directed

[00:01:51] Gunshot smoke and a sinking thereafter

[00:01:55] He fell fast to the ocean while

[00:01:57] The red painted feathers floated down

[00:02:27] And John Audubon thought about the wiring

[00:02:31] As he swam toward the twisted neck

[00:02:33] And the broken boat body bobbed

[00:02:35] Examining the belly for the bullet's tiny piercing

[00:02:39] He cried "Oh "

[00:02:40] When a secret fluttered

[00:02:41] A migrant hummer unlatched its grip

[00:02:43] Overhead his heart sped spooked and we splashed

[00:02:46] As the gail swung cold

[00:02:48] And some fish folded in the crest slap

[00:02:50] Lapped at our heads

[00:02:51] But we received it like a reprimand

[00:02:54] Too consumed by motion to perceive or understand

[00:02:58] John J Audubon his gifted replication

[00:03:01] Painted with precision

[00:03:03] Perfect vision like the shot stain

[00:03:05] And the whole world swam in deaf anticipation

[00:03:08] Till the goose fell like a shed shell

[00:03:10] From which the humming secret sprang