Music and lyrics by Damon Waitkus
As the grape leaves choked the light from the sundial,
through the windless air just after the feast of St. Jerome,
a flying machine like she’d never seen
came bombinating over field and town.
It had four square wings the color of lobster claws
(Sunday sun in the streets of Rome,)
and a nose that buzzed and hummed like her father through a comb,
(guiltily slouches St. Jerome.)
and it made her sigh and need to fly
(Ears and eyes can tell no lies)
’til the engine coughed and the plane came down.
(in the sepulchers and the catacombs.)
Oh my God, am I the only one that saw that?
Oh my God, is there no one here to help?
Oh my God, is something moving in the cockpit?
I’m not ready for this.
DW – voice, hammer dulcimer, piano
EP – baritone violin
KM – voice
JH – acoustic bass
JG – drums
Nicci Reisnour – harp