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The Microphones

I Got Stabbed

 

I Got Stabbed

(album: Little Bird Flies Into A Big Black Cloud - 2002)


Who was it that got stabbed here?
There's blood everywhere
It's pooled up and drawn around in tracks
Whose blood is this?

Well it's mine, I got stabbed here
With a flexing arm I stabbed myself
And with a bloody flow let go
All that I had taken in
I cut a hole with my own hand
My vitality poured into the sand
But with a clanging of bells above
My blood gushed out in a loud song
I cut a hole and let you see my hiding side
Oh, with a pregnant silence my song was aside

So my pool of blood sings vigor to your eyes
And my stab wound has healed up
I've already filled another cup
With a nectar that drinks in all birdies' cries
All chilly toes, all tasty kisses
All blooming blossoms and all kinds of light
And I'm prepared to stab myself again tonight

But the blood that pours from me will not be mine
It belongs to all its sources
Like a pony's parent horses
Like the river's mouth holds debt to mountains high
But I've sung and said I've feasted with my eyes
And all the blood I've bleed keeps flowers fertilized

Well, if the song that came out left you with eyes dry
Please know that what I saw left me paralyzed
And then twitching in the glee for the gift given to me
Then revived to tell my tale and show off these
These songs about the sky
I tried not to disguise that the light of sun falls evenly on we
There's a warmth we all can feel effortlessly
We warm ourselves on bloody songs and sunny beams

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