White Bird of Texas — текст песни (Liz Phair)

The last time I spoke to my aunt before she died

She was describing to me this incredible owl

That was sitting in a tree

It meant nothing to me

But it means a lot more now



Because Im waiting, Im waiting, Im waiting for the bird

Im waiting, Im ready, I know it is my turn

All those cigarettes, alcohol, this bodys through

Youre gone for sure when the bird comes for you



And the last time I spoke to my uncle before he died

It was the very same week, but one year before her

He was sitting alone in his study, on the phone

When a giant hawk flew by



Said, "im waiting, Im waiting, Im waiting for the bird,

I didnt expect to be noticed or heard.

Oh, elizabeth, help me, I cant find the room,

Youre gone for sure when the bird comes for you."



And, oh, it is scary

And, oh, it is cold to the bone



My bodys not ready for my mind to learn

I have just been consigned here to rot in the earth



Said, "im waiting, Im waiting, Im waiting for the bird,

It comes in and takes you away from this world.

Gate twenty-seven, I cant find the room.

Youre free to board now, theyre waiting for you."



Im waiting, Im waiting, Im waiting for the bird

Ive seen it three times now, theres nothing to learn

And dont be surprised if the skys bright and blue

And the white bird of texas comes barreling through