The Nightshade Gets in It - Andrew Bird

Comes and goes

Like in fits and dizzy spells

Like the weather

And it blows

Like it knows what’s going wrong

Like it’s clever

Has a name but the name goes unspoken

Weather vanes

Were all twisted and broken

So soldier on, soldier on

Flailing to the whir of a snack machine

And muted screams of an old regime

And then oh

Something gets in it

The nightshade gets in it

We were all fast asleep

Were all so fast asleep

But you woke us

You woke us from the strangest dream that an aubergine could ever know

Would ever know

Lava flows over crooks and craggy cliffs to the ocean

And explodes in a steam heat fevered cyclical motion

Has a name

But the name goes unspoken

It’s in vain

Cause the language is broken

So cast your own, cast your own

Soldier on