Rickie Lee Jones - Secret Language Of Trees Lyrics
Now the birds speak in secret rhythmsAnd the trees bark in secret soundsAnd the people rush in secret thoughtAnd they push the thoughts into the shape of wordsAnd sometimes someone among usSticks her head into theShiny phosphorus blue vatOf languageAnd listens, like a skeletonTo the pulsing of life within,And she tells usOf secret rattling anglesTo watch for and to reach intoWith strange oceansAnd deafening skiesThat can be mapped and measuredOnly by soundsAnd never by meaningsAnd once we can tell where we areUsing the nearest starAs it relates to the ragged water (a map of voices)Then we can plant our feet into the good groundAnd go to the rodeoAnd answer the plum colored hawkAnd sing to the riverIn good faithGod presses his mouth around our headHe breaths outHe breathes inAnd we are resuscitated in the goofy atmosphere of godWhere there are highways and bowlingAnd tattooed by the sunA circusMade by the prayer of breathing and living hopeAnd barbed eyesWhere coyotes hangPage 2And cowboys hammerPosts and branchesTo keep us insideAs much as keep someone outAnd the prayer that isAnd it is answered with a breatheGods lips against our ownWe breath inWe breath outHe breaths outAnd sighAlive againThe unexpectedDiscoveryOf a b-sideOf life(a map of voices)A warning to others who would come this wayAn animal who has seen thingsA horn twisted into shapesUnderstood by strangersRecognized by demonsAn invitation in the secret language of treesSung in wild shapesBy a child
