Here's the shocking truth. Spotify and Apple music don't have this song. I am confounded. This is the best song by this band. They have stupid essential playlists but not this treasure for tears and fears.
Music has been a tool more than just entertainment for me. I enjoy finding music that inspires me to be a better person or makes me feel grounded (even if it just for the duration of the song). If I had to pick a song that has influenced and moved me more than any other, it would be "Biting Your Tail" by Iron & Wine.
Lyrics: May your eyes be wide and seeing May you learn from the view where you're kneeling Know the fear of the world as you're feeling Is the fear of a slave. May you know how the fire was started And want as much from the snake as the garden. Wear them both like a glove that you can't wave. May your mouth betray your wisdom May you get what they fail to mention May your love be your own religion And preach it to us all. May you lose what you offer gladly And may you worship the time and it's passing The stars won't ever wait for you to watch them fall We're the smoke on a burned horizon We're the boat on a tide that's rising Both the post and the pig you're untying The butcher gone for the blade. Someday we may all be happy Someday I'll 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 And may you know when to speak and to listen May you find every friend that you're missing There's no cheque in the mail. May you end it bruised and purple and know that peace is the shape of a circle 'Cause round and round you'll go, biting your tail. We're the children the wind is whipping The short hands on a clock still ticking Both the egg and the red fox grinning His belly full for the day Someday we may all want nothing And I'll forget that we'll get what's coming And someday I'll 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 And see straight through the Captain you're kissing The helm loose 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've still gotta stand.
i wish i could play this song in every spoken language where appropriate, in every corner of the world for EVERY FUCKING PERSON to hear and understand at the same time.
