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letra de where the sparrows drop - one hundred dollars

dusk it mimics crisis in seated summer’s craze
when 9 to 5 the people work and shun smog’s heavy haze. nature’s varmints duck about in the walls, the pipes, the grates
but truth be told in the shadows fold at the closing of the day
dusk is when all creatures come to bask in golden shade
and every species acts as starved and feeds as the light fades. piggish are the worms, piggish are the snakes
fast as jets the sparrows drop to feed all in one place
i sat there where the sparrows dropped that’s where i was waiting, calmly, as the sparrows dropped, just as the day was fading

there, among the birds athirst is where i’d calmly stay
and feel as though the outsides matched my insides disarray
i knew no beauty but the dusk until that crucial eve
when my beloved poised as i, stood staring back at me
if this town was small enough, they’d call us crazy cursed
but we in random city went ignored, which might be worse
i wooed her there in nature’s mess my only and my first
and like a sparrow she fell for me, my eyes in hers, immersed
she said, “meet me where the sparrows drop, that’s where i’ll be waiting
tomorrow, as the sparrows drop, just as the day is fading.”

in my youth i’d made a deal, some lessons for my time
to train my trigger finger and plain faced march in line
just as i had found my peace my country found its war
i was sent then overseas to fight, who knows what for
and in the airport, in the crowd my love she wept for me
she held her hand on my back small, as calm as she could be
she said: “i love you for your eyes, you know, because they see like mine. with every bomb, just see a sparrow, falling down in time.” she said, “meet me where the sparrows drop, that’s where i’ll be waiting
every day till your return, just as the day is fading.”

i can tell you of the fury or the wild eyed hateful man
i can tell you that i sit here now because i cannot stand
now i know nothing but the night, the sluggishness of time
in the trenches with the rest, who’ve lost their limbs and minds. and i can’t see the detail now but memory i know
with every sound explosion feel the warmth around me glow
i clutch my rifle tightly, rapid fire skyward bound, hope to hit a sparrow feel it fall onto the ground
she said, “meet me where the sparrows drop that’s where i’ll be waiting every day till your return, just as the day is fading.”
i sit and watch the sparrows drop, calmly as i’m waiting, everyday for my return just as the day is fading

- one hundred dollars

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