The Glowing Heart of the Worldby Brian Andrew Laird |
Arizona six-sixty-six, south in the early light, Painted desert, streaks of dying night— Copper-ribboned sands Empty haunted lands In the rear-view. Heading back to the place you gave me, The past you saved for me, Where the San Pedro runs Through cottonwoods To empty canyons. I'm going to the glowing heart of the world. I'm wearing Johnny Ringo's boots And Kirker's hat, Got a headache like Mangas Coloradas Staring out at the Willcox flats. I'm wandering in the desert Wishing I were old Remembering when you were with me At the glowing heart of the world. I was a boy when you brought me here, I looked up at your eyes, but saw no fear. We waited for the storm to come So we could smell the rain. You said, look at this great dry and wrinkled land Where rivers run, then run to sand — Here is the glowing heart of the world. This is the glowing heart of the world. I'm driving to where I met you, To the desert where I left you Memories like bones, white as ash, Sifting down into sun-bleached sand, Becoming part Of the glowing heart Of the world. |
31.3.14
looking for a calexico song to play along with.... i found this.
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