Selling Rope (Swan Dive To Estuary)
Los Campesinos!
As I swan dive into the estuary, the birds do not flinch at my fall
They perch in the rafters, before, during, after: They do not notice me at all
As I float down into the estuary, wind cases my body in cool
I smell petrol fumes, see the smoke rise in plumes: The Earth is one big fireball
The Earth is one big fireball
Anecdote, lie
My own alibi
I've been telling jokes
Piled notes high
My own alibi
I've been selling rope
As I break the film of the estuary, the seaweed submerges my form
No passing cars stop, not a single jaw drops, as my wallet and keys sink before
A splash all I left in the world
Anecdote, lie
My own alibi
I've been telling jokes
Piled notes high
My own alibi
I've been selling rope
Once held a magpie in the palm of my hand and the blood in our veins flowed faster, as I'd planned
Got a heart full of love and a head full of more but a fist full of threads from the seams
And I saw a smile in that beak
Anecdote, lie
My own alibi
I've been telling jokes
Piled notes high
My own alibi
I've been selling rope
Oh, I was a bird right then, one day I will be again
I've been telling jokes and selling rope to you
Oh, I was a bird right then, one day I will be again
I've been telling jokes and selling rope to you
Oh, I was a bird right then, one day I will be again
I've been telling jokes and selling rope to you
Oh, I was a bird right then, one day I will be again
I've been telling jokes and selling rope to you
There's no ticker-tape, no golden gate
No carnival and no parade
Just one, one for sorrow
There's no ticker-tape, no golden gate
No carnival and no parade
Just one, one for sorrow