The Place You Last Knew Rest

As far as poetry in song goes, there is one album this year that is going places others are not, and that is Sometimes I Wish We Were An Eagle by Bill Callahan. His almost stoic vocal delivery was somewhat lost on me at first, but after spending an hour with him I see it now. Behold:

Too many birds in one tree. Too many birds in one tree, And the sky is full of black and screaming leaves; the sky is full of black and screaming. And one more bird, then one more bird. And one last bird. And another. One last black bird without a place to land. One last black bird without a place to be turns around in hopes to find the place it last knew rest. O black bird, over black rain burn. This is not where you last knew rest. You fly all night to sleep on stone. The heartless rest that in the morn will be gone. You fly all night to sleep on stone, to return to the tree with too many birds. If. If you. If you could. If you could only. If you could only stop. If you could only stop your. If you could only stop your heart. If you could only stop your heart beat. If you could only stop your heart beat for. If you could only stop your heart beat for one heart. If you could only stop your heart beat for one heart beat.

Bill Callahan - Too Many Birds

Updated: mp3 via Unnecessary Umlaut