One Wing
“We may as well be made of stone”
In her dream Alice is sitting at a lunch counter in Birmingham, Alabama eating lemon cream pie.
“We can’t be flown”
Jeff Tweedy is sitting next to her, talking.
“One wing will never fly”
He doesn’t sing. The only musical sounds are coming from the pie.
“Neither yours nor mine”
Jeff Tweedy has lemon stuff in his stubbly beard.
“I fear we can only wave goodbye”
When Alice wakes up there are crumbs in her bed.
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i would like to be at a dinner party with you and jeff tweedy. and alice. and pie.
Comment by pam — Friday, 9 July, 2010 @ 11:16 am
Imagine a dinner party with Jeff Tweedy, Alice, pie, and Dale Cooper. That’s where I’d wanna be.
Comment by Andrew Hersey — Saturday, 10 July, 2010 @ 10:25 am