My Oldest Memory Lyrics

Bowerbirds


album: Track 6 in album Hymns for a Dark Horse
release date: 2007-5-8
popularity : 3 users have visited this page.
genres: Folk, World, & Country
styles: Folk
length: 4:25
writer: Beth Tacular, Phil Moore

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Bowerbirds Hymns for a Dark Horse cover art
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I cracked my knuckles, and I said grace
And gave thanks for being a hundred and still feeling amazed.
Out where the waves wrestle with the dirty brine,
This is a lonely place. This was a home of mine.
After the struggle, Id watch the sand settle
Over the quiet reef. Its my oldest memory.

And I dont know whose land were on.
Is this an island that plots like a villain,
Or an old ghost friend we dont believe in?
I dont know.

I curse the weapon we stub our toes on.
Its the land of make believe, cant you see, cant you see?
Now in the dirt where I put my feet, and in the trunk of my body,
Im only shy, here, when I want to be, my head between my cypress knees.
And in the top of the canopy of the trees I am climbing,
The morning sun here, you will see. Its my oldest memory.

And I dont know whose land were on.
Is this an island that plots like a villain,
Or an old ghost friend we dont believe in?
Is this an island that plots like a villain,
Or an old ghost friend we dont believe in?
I dont know


Track Listing


CD 1
  • 1 Hooves
  • 2 In Our Talons
  • 3 Human Hands
  • 4 Dark Horse
  • 5 Bur Oak
  • 6 My Oldest Memory
  • 7 The Marbled Godwit
  • 8 Slow Down
  • 9 The Ticonderoga
  • 10 Olive Hearts