Lyrics Detail
The Crow
[ti:The Crow]
[ar:Subtle]
[al:Exiting Arm]
[by:季风网-【http://www.ip21.cn】]
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The Crow - Subtle
A ways outside the tower and turmoil of towns
In the quiet color cutting
Of another spendid sunset
On the spit of wire spun between
Two telephone pole necks
Sits an awful fevered murder of crows
Itching the dusk with the call that only they lay low
And so that day they did unwittingly dispose
Themselves to the appetite behind all O
Men yet not comprehending their stick in the scheme
Of the prey-on-prey ballet of ending day
The prey-on-prey ballet of ending day
Prey-on-prey ballet of ending day
Prey-on-prey ballet of ending day
Prey-on-prey ballet of ending day
Several thousand thick
In a fit
Of everything but empty
Those crows sicked their starving wings
On choking out the sun fall's sinking pinks
Surrounded by the wellwater black
Of near night and become
Those crows dove into the quiet
Of the half sunken in sun
To set themselves against
The same take-spark that aches in men
Their die their dive and their dire
Became them
And all that barged into the sunset's wellwater
Pith of a sky semming what if were spit back out
To dom and sing as flocks of forks wiht wing
An obvious and ominous earth ode and
Threat to the soaring sordid appetite of man
The sky has always been a complex
Death of all its hunting things
And so (cause) So (cause) shall the crow
And so (cause) So (cause) shall the crow
And so (cause) So (cause) shall the crow
And so (cause) So (cause) shall the crow