too good not to share...

I love Iron & Wine. My first introduction to them was "Love and Some Verses," and I absolutely love the simplicity of their sound, but their lyrics are amazing. Recently downloaded the Walking Far from Home EP and I'm loving it. The title track was my first favorite, but I finally got around to listening to "Biting Your Tail," and it's officially my second favorite Iron & Wine song ever. I think. A close second behind "The Trapeze Swinger." So anyway, here are the lyrics:

may your eyes be wide and seeing

may you learn from the view where you're kneeling

know the fear of the world that you're feeling

is the fear of a slave

may you know how the fight was started

and want as much for the snake as the garden

wear them both like a glove

that you can wave

may your mouth betray your wisdom

and may you get what they fail to mention

may your love be your only religion

and preach it to us all

may you lose what you offer gladly

may you worship the time and its passing

the stars won't ever wait for you

to watch them fall

we're the smoke on a burnt horizon

we're the boat on a tide that's rising

both the post and the pig you're untying

butcher gone for the blade

someday we may all be happy

someday all make a face worth slapping

someday we may be shocked to be laughing

at the way we behave

may your hands be strong and willing

may you know when to speak and to listen

may you find every friend that you're missing

there's no check in the mail

may you end there bruised and purple

and know the pieces the shape of a circle

round and round you'll go

biting your tail

we're the journey and the wind is whipping

the short hand's on the clock still ticking

both the egg and the red fox grinning

his belly full for the day

someday we may all want nothing

and all forget that we'll get whats coming

someday all say the world was something

that we just couldn't change

may your tongue be something wicked

and know your part in the calf and the killing

see straight through the captain you're kissing

the helm lose in his hand

may your words be well worth stealing

and put your hand on your heart when you're singing

the choir's sick of the song

but they still gotta stand