Brian J. N. Davis ✈︎ A Metropolitan Guide

The Little Bird Shuffle

On a rainy road the bloodied foxes rising from a dream land
And that rainbow above only lights the blood leaking onto the green grass
Draw a card or draw another, magenta red or another color
That bleeding heart need be a jack or better
Wash the clothes to another color, loyalty or just slightly under
The birds perched on a wire and sat, sayin' "baby, the foxes ain't never coming back"

Hey, little bird, did you hear the news?
The others flew away, and now they’re laughing back at you
Hey, little bird, see the blood upon the road?
It isn’t yours, it could be yours, it might be yours tomorrow

Back on the road that coyote there is gambling with a death wish
To risk it all just to cross a road, chickens have tried for less, yeah
Bluff the hand or bluff the dealer, deception wins just ask the winner
Then we’ll go drink and wonder where it all went wrong
If you cant win with the losing hand, then turn the tables and buy the land
No one will be around to bother when you burn it all down and rise it up again

A little bit of stardust to light a path across
The road full of dead, or rather all the things you said
I’ve a hotel on this boardwalk but this monopoly’s a bust
The rent is rising faster than a phoenix from the dust