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Blackbirds

from Thistle the Maker by Lindsay Clark

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Blackbirds

Blackberries in sun,
emerald eyes of mine
They're covered in dust,
the Lord'll wash 'em out

Warm berries in pails
lay battered, bruised on the porch
my mama's been crying,
her tear drops echo for miles.

Blackbirds are crowing o'er my head, I feel fine
Blackbirds are circling o'er my friends, I feel fine

Feathers have been
strewn, all over the dirt
Red-tailed and blue
No wings to carry me home,
Or away, away....

Blackbirds are crowing o'er my head, I feel fine
Blackbirds are circling o'er my friends, I feel fine

When my mama is gone,
sparrows lift from the ground
and emerald bays we'll find, gone
angel white as my skin.

and I've given up crying
my back is facing the sun
So give, give, gimme some peace,
I fold my lips to pray.

Blackbirds are crowing o'er my head, I feel fine
Blackbirds are circling o'er my friends, I feel fine

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from Thistle the Maker, track released April 25, 2009

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Lindsay Clark Portland, Oregon

Lindsay Clark is a multi-instrumentalist, lover of nature, magic, myth and sound - she grew up in the Sierra Nevadas and now calls the Pacific Northwest home.

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