Song Description
the sticks turn into snakes and then it gets a little steamy and then day comes
| Song Length |
4:00 |
Genre |
Jazz - Fusion, Rock - Psychedelic |
| Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
| Mood |
Cool, Composed |
Subject |
Change, General |
| Similar Artists |
K.D. Lang, Kate Bush |
Language |
English |
| Era |
1930 - 1939 |
| |
Lyrics
What hand drew these sticks abreast
That had until now
Hung like hooks
On rain neglected trees?
What sticks are these
That hoard the wind
In the hollow they've fallen in,
Curling up in nightgowns of velvet smoke?
What's born here in between
These blinded eyes
Watching to be seen
In the shifting white turned to glowing
Beside a rising stream
Where yesterday's rain is flowing?
What made this heat
Explode into fiery sheets -
Stripping bark to bare the yellow green,
Slick snake flesh recoiling in the hissing stream
Cooling back to varnished hooks
Waiting for company?
The dust of daylight comes
On its creeping breeze
Seeping in to shadowed cracks
Choking out the last of the night