Ortolan

by Nick Jaina

I know my heart would burst with Armagnac
the notes I sing would paint the chimney black
as I drown
down da down down down

at first men would be so ecstatic
to taste the salt from the Adriatic
as I drown
down da down down down

my silhouette has been
etched in red brick and
crow black matchsticks
I'm sweet to you
my summer song has been
rendered final on
marbled vinyl
I'm sweet to you
da da da da da

so come, all hell-kites, finches, wood sprites
rock doves, tame hawks, love birds, game cocks
it's a masquerade, masquerade
someone has to say "stop!"

I know my words are soaked in tannins
fermented fruit from winter plannings
as I drown
down da down da down

my bones would crush inside your mouth
as you feel the wind from the sultry south
as I drown
down da down da down

the sunlight dies out as you
poke my eyes out and
shut me up in a Kepi box
why still bleed me and
over feed me, when
I sing so soft and so
sweet for you
doh de doh doh doh

oh my brothers, my big fat brothers
my porcelin sisters, buttermilk mothers
it's a masquerade, masquerade
someone has to say "stop!

© 2010 Nick Jaina

Live Performances

Love Drunk Session (in Central Park)