The Gravedigger's a Daughter II - Pájaros de barro

Hago pájaros de barro

y los echo a volar.

- Manolo García, Pájaros de Barro

I am not a bird
I'm a murder of birds
Shifting my shape
When my tongue finds the word
When my eyes find the fault
When my feet find the trail
When my hands find the clay

Words drifting away from Jesca Hoop's Murder of Birds

The Gravedigger's a Daughter I - Wings and Earthquakes

I dance in graveyards
Still looking like a vampire
in the dawn
And I love, and I hate

I laugh in the face of kings
never afraid to be right
And I hate, and I love

And I watch you wither
and fight
over your Christmas parties

(Yellow bird flying
got shot in the wing
good year for hunters
and little earthquakes

I'd rather be a winged rose
that safely changes her color
Escapes from being left here
silent
And brings her own self back again)


Una otra posibilidad de Tori Amos' Little Earthquakes