Let's get lyrical, lyrical: Iron & Wine - Flightless Bird, American Mouth

I was a quick wet boy
Diving too deep for coins
All of your street light eyes
Wide on my plastic toys

And when the cops closed the fair
I cut my long baby hair
Stole me a dog-eared map
And called for you everywhere

Have I found you?
Flightless bird, jealous, weeping
Or lost you?
American mouth
Big pill looming

Now I’m a fat house cat
Nursing my sore blunt tongue
Watching the warm poison rats
Curl through the wide fence cracks

Pissing on magazine photos
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold and clean
Blood of Christ mountain stream

Have I found you?
Flightless bird, grounded bleeding
Or lost you?
American mouth
Big pill, stuck going down

There are some songs where the lyrical meaning is so obscure that you seriously have no idea what in blazes tarnations the person is singing about. Case in point, Mariah Carey's 'Touch My Body'. I mean, which damn body part? And who is the 'my' in the song? Can we assume it's Mariah? Could she be projecting? And let's not get to the 'touch'. Touch soft? Touch hard. Insane.

This is obviously not one of those songs. Just one glance and I know the song is about my Aunty Peggy who sells duck rice and likes to shoot racoons for sport. God bless her heart. What a lady. Did I mention she also broke the Olympic record for the 100 metres event? I have basically lived my life after her. Except that I broke the Olympic record for the 200 metres event. You know? Cause more is better? Yeehah.

Iron & Wine - Flightless Bird, American Mouth (from The Shepherd's Dog) [BUY]