The Night is a Blackbird

Augie March – The Night is a Blackbird from Strange Bird (2002) /aussiedreampoprock/
((“Well it tastes like a Sunday,There should be music in the front room.and the markets a’millingwith the people in the afternoon.And there’s a question to be askedif you’re drinking alone,It’s what horse were you thrown fromwhich riderless goes on? His father misses him,His mother misses him,His lady dreams of kissing him. When the night falls,it’s a blackbird, he’s in the belly.”
The stark bright white of the moon passes steadily between the twisting, reaching oak boughs, black against the night. The light breeze flutters through gently curling curtains, and takes him under its soft cold hands. He stirs but does not wake as his sheets trail away through the yawning window. In the clouds, under the unmitigated shine of the moon, it is strangely shadowed. His heart beats on in sleep, unaware.))