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BLACKBIRD

Just a ghost on the horizon . . .
I'm just a wisp, but, look out, I'm coming on
Your love life is a panorama
Look real close and you'll see lots of me around.

They used to call us the Pale Writers
But you know, we're not so figurative anymore -
The blackbird flew out of sight
It marked the edge of one of many circles-

Just a ghost, just a wisp -
Just a tiny little blip on your radar screen
Faded into the scene, meandering,
Flying backwards, on your horizon-

One more orbit, more or less
One more free spirit, a wildcard never played-
Close your eyes upon the freeway
And you'll find me hidden in in the darkness of the stage-

On your horizon, we flee-
We become fleas in the market
That you can see when you want it
Tiny little blackbirds fly out to sea-

(Catch a passing breeze)

Want to see my pretty scar?
I can't keep away from harm-
I didn't get it in a war,
I got it from an open door . . .

Just a ghost on the horizon
I'm just a wisp, but look out I'm coming on
Have another drink of bourbon-
Just take a tiny little something
for that wheeze

What's that dampness on my chin?
Was that a kiss, or maybe just a sneeze?
Worlds apart, and dreams away
I'll always love you
As the blackbirds fly away . . .

(c) Damon Norko (except for lines 7 & 8 = Wallace Stevens)

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from Trading Cards of Glory, released September 4, 2012

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The Submensas Baltimore, Maryland

A Damon Norko lyric-fueled rock band that inhabited the Baltimore-Washington area from 1983-93.

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