Sunday, July 18, 2010

830 : 7/18/00 : Descent

The long low drawn out wail of descent
Why didn’t he ever say what he meant
We find it so hard to speak our mind
I guess that’s why we’re the distant kind
The thrill of take off the agony of the crash
You best be careful they don’t take you out with history’s trash
It happens to the best of us you know
So if your aim is hostile best you fly in low
The warm sound of trains, Northeast side
A brave man can still take those boxcars for a ride
I don’t hold with airplanes much I’m in no rush
Why hurry why get caught up in the crush
Start the descent now in the tenth hour
before this night is through your branch will flower
Its scent will testify to one raw fact
The sense of forward motion’s all you ever lacked
going down

You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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