[00:00.74]My Oldest Memory - Bowerbirds
[00:12.22]I cracked my knuckles, and I said grace
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[00:21.24]And gave thanks for being
[00:24.85]a hundred and still feeling amazed.
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[00:30.86]Out where the waves wrestle with the dirty brine,
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[00:44.84]This is a lonely place. This was a home of mine.
[00:54.84]After the struggle, Id watch the sand settle
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[01:08.94]Over the quiet reef. Its my oldest memory.
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[01:22.84]And I dont know whose land were on.
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[01:29.58]Is this an island that plots like a villain,
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[01:40.27]Or an old ghost friend we dont believe in?
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[01:57.09]I dont know.
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[02:05.65]I curse the weapon we stub our toes on.
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[02:14.60]Its the land of make believe,
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[02:19.83]cant you see, cant you see?
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[02:26.53]Now in the dirt where I put my feet,
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[02:33.55]and in the trunk of my body,
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[02:40.00]Im only shy, here, when I want to be,
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[02:45.01]my head between my cypress knees.
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[02:50.87]And in the top of the canopy of the trees I am climbing,
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[03:04.35]The morning sun here, you will see.
[03:09.28]Its my oldest memory.
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[03:16.49]And I dont know whose land were on.
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[03:23.16]Is this an island that plots like a villain,
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[03:34.00]Or an old ghost friend we dont believe in?
[03:45.31]
[03:50.82]Is this an island that plots like a villain,
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[04:01.39]Or an old ghost friend we dont believe in?
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[04:18.46]I dont know
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