My Oldest Memory - Bowerbirds I cracked my knuckles, and I said grace
And gave thanks for being a hundred and still feeling amazed.
Out where the waves wrestle with the dirty brine,
This is a lonely place. This was a home of mine. After the struggle, Id watch the sand settle
Over the quiet reef. Its my oldest memory.
And I dont know whose land were on.
Is this an island that plots like a villain,
Or an old ghost friend we dont believe in?
I dont know.
I curse the weapon we stub our toes on.
Its the land of make believe,
cant you see, cant you see?
Now in the dirt where I put my feet,
and in the trunk of my body,
Im only shy, here, when I want to be,
my head between my cypress knees.
And in the top of the canopy of the trees I am climbing,
The morning sun here, you will see. Its my oldest memory.
And I dont know whose land were on.
Is this an island that plots like a villain,
Or an old ghost friend we dont believe in?
Is this an island that plots like a villain,
Or an old ghost friend we dont believe in?
I dont know
[00:00.74]My Oldest Memory - Bowerbirds [00:12.22]I cracked my knuckles, and I said grace [00:20.12] [00:21.24]And gave thanks for being [00:24.85]a hundred and still feeling amazed. [00:30.18] [00:30.86]Out where the waves wrestle with the dirty brine, [00:41.25] [00:44.84]This is a lonely place. This was a home of mine. [00:54.84]After the struggle, Id watch the sand settle [01:08.32] [01:08.94]Over the quiet reef. Its my oldest memory. [01:19.46] [01:22.84]And I dont know whose land were on. [01:28.48] [01:29.58]Is this an island that plots like a villain, [01:39.54] [01:40.27]Or an old ghost friend we dont believe in? [01:51.61] [01:57.09]I dont know. [02:01.07] [02:05.65]I curse the weapon we stub our toes on. [02:13.19] [02:14.60]Its the land of make believe, [02:19.03] [02:19.83]cant you see, cant you see? [02:22.78] [02:26.53]Now in the dirt where I put my feet, [02:30.80] [02:33.55]and in the trunk of my body, [02:36.60] [02:40.00]Im only shy, here, when I want to be, [02:44.40] [02:45.01]my head between my cypress knees. [02:48.71] [02:50.87]And in the top of the canopy of the trees I am climbing, [03:01.24] [03:04.35]The morning sun here, you will see. [03:09.28]Its my oldest memory. [03:12.37] [03:16.49]And I dont know whose land were on. [03:21.80] [03:23.16]Is this an island that plots like a villain, [03:33.19] [03:34.00]Or an old ghost friend we dont believe in? [03:45.31] [03:50.82]Is this an island that plots like a villain, [04:00.77] [04:01.39]Or an old ghost friend we dont believe in? [04:11.01] [04:18.46]I dont know [04:21.49]
