Speak My Language
Laurie Anderson
3:40June 17th, Karachi Black eagles at five hundred feet Hills roll down like carpets down to the water's edge Southerly winds, a mist, a sudden sandstorm A sudden sandstorm, a sudden sandstorm (sandstorm) Far below are factories and jute mills Glaring in the sun June 18th, gray skies Gray skies We land at Dum Dum Airport, Kolkata Streets are wide White bulls are walking everywhere Passed the many mouths of the Ganges and the Brahmaputra rivers Of the Ganges and the Brahmaputra rivers The hazy contours of the mountains The waters of Port Darwin a vivid green Boats below are fishing for pearls Fishing for pearls Bought a knife Shipped the parachutes home today Shouldn't need them anymore No, we shouldn't need them Not over the open ocean Where there's no place to land No place to land No place to land