Don’t want to be stuck inside no box
Rectangular prisms are not my style
Invite my family of friends to come
Now get your hands in the soil
When my heart stops pumping
I only ask of you one thing
That when I quit my breathin’,
Don’t be grievin’ it will have been my season
I hope you are happy that you knew me
And in this ritual, you can see the world right through me
Once this life has left my body
Bury what’s left of me underneath an avocado tree
You will not have to be alone
Though I’m not reached in the same way
Come be shaded by these leaves
Eat guacamole in May
credits
from For the Birds,
released October 10, 2010
Written by DBB
guests:
Dan Sarna plays Trumpet
Jordan Zell plays Trombone