Other Emma Caiman
green bird

green bird

it was a green bird, quite strange, I never seen a bird
it flew through the window and landed in my heart

she stood in the doorway with the ocean in her eye
a parachute of silk, blue billow falling
she stood half through the doorway to the land of bitter dreaming
sparks of gold fall down and scorch, like the burning rain

you’ve been down the tunnel and you’ve walked past the lake
you’ve watched the wild geese flying, free flying in the brightness
you’ve been on down the tunnel, heard the chains drop down
this release, is this another kind of cage?

and the ball rolls through, the endless ball of silk
unravelling the dreaming, the magic ways to fly
you take up the end to travel, find its pulling you apart
unravelling the fibres of your soul

you’ve been down the tunnel and you’ve walked past the lake
there’s no geese left and the moon hides her face
you’ve been on down the tunnel but there’s no way back
and the rain’s closing in to all shadows

got a magic talking stick, a feather stick a dreaming
driftwood way to clear the beach of muddy waters
now you’re lying there naked with the wind crooning close
it’s a joke, an illusion, just a bloody sick joke

she stood in the doorway with the ocean in her eye
a parachute of silk blue billow falling
she stood half through the doorway to the land of bitter dreaming
sparks of gold fall down and scorch, like the burning rain

Written sung played and mixed up by Emma...