Wednesday, April 9, 2008

It's not quite Greenland, but it sort of is.

"Dear Old Greenland"
Andrew Bird

On the way to Greenland
I shall find
All the disparate fragments of my mind
I shall return a different man
And darling, do all that I can

On the way to Greenland
I shall find no mundane distractions of any kind
If beneath the ice fields there’s a room
It’s there I’ll find my peace a lovely tomb

Friends, Greenland is a place where souls go to dry out
It is a vast and terrifying place of ice fields and tundra
Bereft of fire and in the horror of its imposing irrelevance
There is a peace
The peace of pain
The peace of nothing
Well friends, I’m going there

Fear is lying dying in the sands
And it’s breathing from the gills of my Greenland.


Creativity Escapes Me said...

On the way to Greenland
On the way to Greenland

Michelle 2021 said...

Doo wop, doo wop.

Have fun.