Only Skin- Joanna Newsom
And there was a booming above you,
That night black airplanes flew over the sea.
And they were lowing and shifting like
Beached whales,
Shelled snails,
As you strained and you squinted to see
The retreat of their hairless and blind cavalry.
You froze in your sand shoal,
Prayed for you poor soul;
Sky seemed a bread roll, soaking in a
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