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• Artiste: Shins (The)
• Titre: Port Of Morrow
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Through the rain and all the clatter, under the Freemont bridge, I saw a pigeon fly, fly in fear from a raptor come to take its life. Does it closed and for the captured, I funnel the fear through my ancient eyes. See in flight where I know all the bitter mechanics of life. Under my hat, it breathes, the lines are all imagined. A fact of life I know to hide from my little girls. I know my place amongst the bugs and all the animals. And it's from these ordinary people you were longing to be free. In my hotel, and on the TV, a pitcher on the stage like a buzzard cries out a warning, a phony sorrow. He's trying to get a rise. The cyanide from an almond Let him look at your hands, get the angles right. Ace of spades, Port of Morrow, life is death is life. I saw a photograph: Cologne in '27, and then a postcard after the bombs in '45. Must have been a world of evil clowns that let it happen. But now I recognize, dear, listeners that you were there and so was I. Under my hat, I know the lines are allimagined. A fact of life, I must impress my little girls. I know my place amongst the creatures in the pageant. And there are flowers in the garbage, and a skull under your curls.