Migrant Chorale - Daniel Kahn, the Painted Bird

Alien evening, dark after four

Break out the bulbs from the Arabic store

Shoulder the market by the canal

Break out in tune to the migrant chorale

Twisting of language, breaking of vows

Translating names to what tongues will allow

Hiding in cellars, listening through floors

Settling debts with inherited wars

Carrying records, town after town

Keys to the temples they burned to the ground

Mounting the hill for the final display

Dragging the bones of the bodies away

Occidental, oriental, over seven seas

Capricorn & Cancer dance a sorry gules lied

Capricorn & Cancer dance a sorry gules lied

Crossing Morocco, dry desert plain

Over the border & make it to Spain

Wear for your coffin a mandarin van

Abandoned in London on down by the strand

Once there were bellies of galleons to fill

Back from the Ivory Coast for a kill

Now there are offices crowded with tongues

Each of them waits for their number to come

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are strafing the valley with light

Under the quiet New Mexico night

Laying it’s hand on invisible lines

Death is a friend to a field full of mines

Occidental, oriental, over seven seas

Capricorn & Cancer dance a sorry gules lied

Capricorn & Cancer dance a sorry gules lied

Gaggle of ragged, frost-bitten geese

Murder of crows at the end of a lease

Swallows or sparrows, Gypsies or Jews

Everyone knows when the rent will be due

Vultures despising the swans for their pride

Wearing their wings like a train on a bride

Under the bridge with their heads in their breasts

Waiting for winter to summon them west

Reading of horrors in papers of home

Hearing reports over satellite phones

Shone in the river, the town is a-fire

Sending the pigeons over the wire

Occidental, oriental, over seven seas

Capricorn & Cancer dance a sorry gules lied

Capricorn & Cancer dance a sorry gules lied