Lyrics by Hannah Frank
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Lord make me an eagle, high above the trees Widely I will spread my wings and soar on endlessly No fast moving sparrow or early morning crier— no mourning doves sitting there necking on the wire— no blue bird, robin, cardinal colored red— no buzzard like a war chief watching the dead— no parrot with feathers white and gray, bopping in a cage repeating what you say Lord make me an Eagle high above the trees Widely I will spread my wings and soar on endlessly No brown waddling duck or purple-colored finch— no toucan with the beak or blackbird on a fence— no fancy-footed penguin dancing in the snow— no hawk after a field mouse swooping down low— no pelican with a load of fish in his mouth— no Canadian geese in a “V” flying south Lord make me an Eagle high above the trees Widely I will spread my wings and soar on endlessly No black-footed wood thrush or long-neck goose— no waxling or kildeer running on the loose— no awkward duckling, no graceful crane— No Raven tapping on my window pane— No cockatoo, canary chickadee or bobwhite— no hoot owl howling in the middle of the night No oriole no ostrich no peacock no partridge Lord make me an Eagle high above the trees widely I will spread my wings and soar on endlessly No, no—No, no—No, no branches no cages if I pause for a minute let it be to sit upon the rock of ages Lord make me an Eagle high above the trees widely I will spread my wings and soar on endlessly
I hear that train a-comin’, I hear that train a-goin’ sit right down at the table, babe, I know you’re holdin’ more than you’re showin’. You got black aces up your sleeve, you call me on the phone then leave. But you gave me keys to your cage; I’m like a pile o’ daisies sittin’ on the interstate, bigger than a haystack burnin’ in the Georgia rain. Well, I put red tulips on the grave of your trust, I pick ’em and I put ’em in a vase; they say it doesn’t but it does, I get a buzz from lookin’ at your face. You got me walkin’ on moonshine, listenin’ to ragtime, Outta my head, outta my mind... You stuck to me like a bloodstain on a silk shirt, You were tough like killing floor blues, and smooth as Mississippi John Hurt. walking’ on moonshine, listenin’ to ragtime... I stay in your harbor, even though my ship has full sails I stand on the edge of your bow all night just to hear your saxophone wail. People ask me why I love you and this metaphor never fails: My life was a big picture window, babe, and you were a Molotov cocktail, walkin’ on moonshine... There’s so many things that I don’t understand, I’m like Helen Keller, man — c’mon and write it on my hand. Walkin’ on moonshine, listenin’ to ragtime... I was outta my head, outta my mind... So I hear that train a-comin’, I hear that train goin’, sit right down at the table, babe, I know you’re holdin’ more than you’re showin’. You got black aces up your sleeve, you call me on the phone then leave. You gave me keys to your cage; I’m like a pile o’ daisies sittin’ on the interstate, bigger than a haystack burnin’ in the Georgia rain, bigger than a haystack burnin’ in the Georgia rain...
I was down in the swamps of Louisiana, I ran into a guy, said: Hi, my name is Hannah He said: Oh no, my name is Jones I could tell right away he was feathers and bones Coyote howling underneath the yellow moon, saying: Don’t make your mind up so soon We headed west over to Oklahoma, one of us froze, one of us got a coma I ain’t gonna tell you which one of us got which disease but it was easy to see who was on his knees He said: Oh no, my name is Jones He had a pocketful of lies and a bucket of bones He said he would trade everything that he owns to never be alone. We headed east over to Illinois to see what was the matter, what was making all that noise It was a coyote howling underneath the yellow moon saying: Don’t set your stakes so high so soon We headed west to St. Louis by Soo-Line, by the time we got there we were both doing fine He hopped a ferry down to Louisiana, I said: Goodbye, Jones He said: Goodbye, Hannah. And my heart was breaking There was Mississippi mud on the bumper of his truck, it was full of bad seasons and full of bad luck, with mud on the mirror I couldn’t see how I could ever replace what I wanted to be with who I was right now. Ten years later I saw him in Savannah, I said: Hello, Jones. He said: Hello, Hannah He had a tattoo of an eagle drawn on his chest, he was lookin’ like a pirate and tan from Key West Out of his mouth hung an old cigarette, he didn’t say a word but looked like he wanted to make a bet I said: You know, if we never would have seen each other again, that probably would have been best. But he just smiled, said he was headed to Key West and asked me if I wanted another cigarette I said no, but I watched his burn and I wondered how he had ever learned There was Savannah sand on the tailgate of his truck It was full of bad diseases but full of good luck There was a smudge on the rearview mirror from his thumb and I couldn’t see how he had ever replaced what he had been with what he had become. I told him I was headed to Memphis, Tennessee, he was takin’ Route 95 while I took Route 16, all the while feelin’ like I was in some crazy dream By the time he got down to the Florida keys, I was probably in Memphis down on my feathers and knees, you see I listen to blues and I listen to jazz, but my fingers keep pickin’ this one old rag On and on it’s the same old song, some of it is right and some of it is wrong Oh, no, his name was Jones I could tell right away he was still feathers and bones. Coyote howlin’ underneath the yellow moon, coyote howlin’ underneath the yellow moon, he said: Don’t make your mind up so soon
Pitch Black Eyes
It was my first reaction that I was on my own I had no plans to guide me Seemed my baby bird had flown I traveled through the night just to see your face Wound up in a graveyard miles from any place Surely it must be a cloud or some smoke from some old fire I could see an apparition from the gravestone rising higher Watch her as she rises Watch her as she rises She had pitch black eyes She had pitch black eyes and a bottle of wine and a bottle of wine It was my old man’s funeral Put that hat back on your head for it was this ghost that showed me that my love was far from dead So I made a small bouquet laid it on the gravestone On the fenceline I thought I saw a blue jay I looked twice but he had flown watch him as he rises watch him as he rises