Flock of Dimes
Flock of Dimes
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And I only have this one body
But I write and I call when I can
And in the dust of the infinite lobby
I think of you, my friends
And my love is not an object
That rusts with lack of use
Suited perfectly for its purpose
As the day I gave it to you
It is a fresh page
It is a sharp knife
It is a cold call
It is an alibi
You are a universe of faces
Sometimes I go it alone
Fill my arms with what I can carry
And my body is my home
And if I lock on
To a strange face
I see an ancient sun
I see my birthplace
And forgive me for my silence
I forget the follow through
And any lie I ever told you
Was to seek a better truth
You were the suitcase I never unpacked
I am a green shirt that never left your back
We live in black and white on a telephone pole
I can read the letters, eyes closed
Birthplace was written by Jenn Wasner.
Birthplace was produced by Jenn Wasner.
“This song is about the perspective that can only arrive with distance. I wrote it around the time that I moved to North Carolina from my literal birthplace of Baltimore, MD. I had also been spending a lot of time doing these long, meandering solo drives around the country. In my mind, it’s sort of...