Strung

I keep wooden boxes like traps strung with wire
In the light of old tires, piled on the fire

Wearing their smoke like a flower in bloom
Cut like the thread in a pipe fitter's room;
I dig in the dirt and yank at the root
Of the shadow's dark vein in a story gone mute
Till it sings with the blue of a hangman in time
And I give away what never was mine
I've set a snare for the prey on my tongue

The mean feral song still yet to be sung;
The one with your name called out in the street
That with or without me will always will repeat
Like a coin in the mirrored jukebox machine
Can set a world spinning like cheap gasoline;
Sending up sparks in the air, how they shine
And I give away what never was mine

I give away what never was mine
The god of all truth, of darkness and sleep
Plays like the arc of a lamp and for keeps

Dancing with fury, heat in both hands
And welds me to you in the place where I stand:
In love with your doubt, deaf to my own
Awake to the hole in the heart of my bone
As I shake and sing, beating out time
And I give away what never was mine

I give away what never was mine

Curiosidades sobre a música Strung de Joe Henry

Quando a música “Strung” foi lançada por Joe Henry?
A música Strung foi lançada em 2011, no álbum “Reverie”.

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