Calexico

[fox69]

"World Undone"

"World Undone"


Crying for three days
Now your eyes are red and tired
You can’t sleep for three days
Now you’re waiting for tenderness to come
You’re waiting for tenderness to come
Now you’re waiting for tenderness to come

With a red bird on the branch
And a cactus wren in the thorns
Red bird on the branch
Now your world’s coming undone
You’re waiting for tenderness to come

Can’t trust in this anymore
Still waiting on the fence
So many times before
What keeps you here anymore
When things fall apart
Now your world’s coming undone
Now your world’s coming undone

Now you’re waiting for tenderness to come

 

[fox69]

"Woven Birds"

"Woven Birds"


The plaza in the village
where mission bells used to ring
is now crumbled to a pile of stench and ruin
even the swallows have vanished
no longer return every spring
all the blossoms are buried
'neath the waste
out of the shadows grow hatred
along the corrider crawls fear
crushed by the promise of hope
that never returned
watched with a hawk's trained eye
the trees grow silent fruit
'neath a suffering sky
those who have stayed, keep a flame
in memory of the fallen
and pass on the old rites despite the risk
but many more have left here
on mended broken wings
turn to see your reaction
a tear drop fills your eye
but you protest not to give up or give in
heading straight for the wreckage
picking up a shovel and a hoe
start putting back the bricks one by one
numbers come out of the woodwork
curious to see the rebirth
above the swollen clouds
a strange sound fills the air
a silence never heard
falling like blessed rain
and the swallows return
as the mission bells ring

 

[fox69]

"Writer's Minor Holiday"

"Writer's Minor Holiday"


Thumb tacks spread out
Across your hometown state
Hollow tree at half mast
Wait until wintertime
Leaves a paper trail a licorice plant that's overgrown

Like a cabin in the woods on a minor
Like a minor holiday

Woolrich red plaid wolf
Irish whiskey glass
Here comes my fine bright haired lass
Like a trash fire burning and burning it
My heart could never right the words never fail

Tucked under your cap and for a moment
There's a stillness before the room spins again
Minor holiday, spin it again
Ride it out so you can tell

Wasted on the weekend
Making good time with my excuse
Where the plot lines are like dead ends
Floating in her eyes at the bottom of a well
Floating in her eyes ride it out for a spell
Minor holiday
Transfer this weight
Minor holiday
Transfer this weight
Going back and forth
On a minor, minor holiday

 

[fox69]

"Yours And Mine"

"Yours And Mine"


Getting late for decision
What's that waiting about
Horses are chomping at the bit
The gate is nearly busted down
Moment before the calm of the storm
And everyone's blood goes wild
Except yours and mine

How many years has it taken
Your restless heart growing old
Horses running off on their own
And the stable's burnt to the ground
The longer you wait
Your decision will fade
And wind up wasting this time
Yours and mine