Rickie Lee Jones - Secret Language Of Trees lyrics

Now the birds speak in secret rhythms And the trees bark in secret sounds And the people rush in secret thought And they push the thoughts into the shape of words And sometimes someone among us Sticks her head into the Shiny phosphorus blue vat Of language And listens, like a skeleton To the pulsing of life within, And she tells us Of secret rattling angles To watch for and to reach into With strange oceans And deafening skies That can be mapped and measured Only by sounds And never by meanings And once we can tell where we are Using the nearest star As it relates to the ragged water (a map of voices) Then we can plant our feet into the good ground And go to the rodeo And answer the plum colored hawk And sing to the river In good faith God presses his mouth around our head He breaths out He breathes in And we are resuscitated in the goofy atmosphere of god Where there are highways and bowling And tattooed by the sun A circus Made by the prayer of breathing and living hope And barbed eyes Where coyotes hang Page 2 And cowboys hammer Posts and branches To keep us inside As much as keep someone out And the prayer that is And it is answered with a breathe Gods lips against our own We breath in We breath out He breaths out And sigh Alive again The unexpected Discovery Of a b-side Of life (a map of voices) A warning to others who would come this way An animal who has seen things A horn twisted into shapes Understood by strangers Recognized by demons An invitation in the secret language of trees Sung in wild shapes By a child