i heard the blackbird sing Songtext
von Ezra Bell

Gone a Monday morning
Clothes all start to string
Drowning out the yelling from the homes across the street
For we run in place now, where
No one wants to be
And the ocean far too distant to grasp
One more money engulfs you
We all hope that you′ll pull through
She might not love you but you'll do
Just about anything asked

Yes, people back there who still love me
Ask me when I′m coming home
Maybe I'll make it I tell them
Then again, maybe I won't

Aren′t we happy?
Aren′t we strange?
Aren't we lucky that the long-haired carpenter came?
Come the ugly morning, now now, all parts of me say
That you′re lying, you're lying, you lie


I look out my window there′s nothing but smoke
And a truck with a flag well on tandem in tow
Just what dybbuks them I don't really know
Though I′m trying, I'm trying, I'm try

Yes, the people back there who still love me
Ask me when I′m coming home
Maybe I′ll make it I tell them
Then again, maybe I won't

People back there who still love me
Ask me why I′ve done them wrong
The guilt it is strong in the morning
But by evening I feel good as gold

People back there who still love me
Ask me what I really want
I wish I could tell you my darling
But the truth is I don't really know

The people back there who still love me
Ask me when I′m coming home
Maybe I'll make it I tell them
Then again, maybe I won′t


Oh, the people here laugh at my stories
And don't seem to mind how I dress
The trouble with all of that reasoning is
That I could not fucking care less