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Monday, September 18, 2006

It's a stick, it's a stone

I really like this. I had only ever heard the Cibo Matto version before.



Waters of March

It's stick, it's stone
It's the end of the road
It's a rest of stump
It's a little alone

It's a shard of glass
It is life, it's the sun
It is night, it is death
It's the snare, it's the fishhook

It's peroba of the field
It’s the knot in the wood
Lamp caingá tree
It's the matita-pereira tree

It's wind-resistant wood
Falls of the ravine
It's the profound mystery
It's the you wish or you don’t

It's the wind blowing
It's the end of the slope
It's the beam, it's the span
The new roof party

It's the rain raining
It’s riverbank talk
Of the waters of March
It's the end of the struggle

It's the foot, it's the ground
It's the walk on the road
Small bird in the hand
A slingshot stone

It’s a bird in the sky
It’s a bird on the ground
It's a creek, it's a fountain
It's a piece of bread

It's the bottom of the well
It's the end of the way
In the face the annoyance
It's a little lonely

It's a thorn, it's a nail
It's a point, it’s a dot
It's a drop dripping
It's an tally, it’s a tale

It's a fish, it’s a gesture
It's silver shining
It's the morning’s light
It's the brick arriving

It's the firewood, it's the day
It's the end of the trail
It's the bottle of liquor
Splinter in the road

It’s the house’s design
It's the body in bed
It's the broken down car
It's the mud, it's the mud

It's a footstep, it's a bridge
It's a toad, it's a frog
It's a rest of brush
In the morning’s light

They are the waters of March
Closing the summer
It's the promise of life
In your heart

It's a snake, it’s a stick
It's John, it's Joseph
It's a thorn in the hand
It's the cut on the foot

They are the waters of March
Closing the summer
It's the promise of life
In your heart

It's stick, it's stone
It's the end of the road
It's a rest of stump
It's a little alone

It's a footstep, a bridge
It's a toad, it's a frog
It's a beautiful horizon
It’s a tertian fever

They are the waters of March
Closing the summer
It's the promise of life
In your heart

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