My Oldest Memory - Bowerbirds

I cracked my knuckles, and I said grace

And gave thanks for being a hundred and still feeling amazed

Out where the waves wrestle with the dirty brine

This is a lonely place.

This was a home of mine

After the struggle, Id watch the sand settle

Over the quiet reef.

Its my oldest memory

And I dont know whose land were on

Is this an island that plots like a villain

Or an old ghost friend we dont believe in?

I dont know

I curse the weapon we stub our toes on

Its the land of make believe, can’t you see, can’t you see?

Now in the dirt where I put my feet, and in the trunk of my body

Im only shy, here, when I want to be, my head between my cypress knees

And in the top of the canopy of the trees I am climbing

The morning sun here, you will see.

Its my oldest memory

And I dont know whose land were on

Is this an island that plots like a villain

Or an old ghost friend we dont believe in?

Is this an island that plots like a villain

Or an old ghost friend we dont believe in?

I dont know