Diane Cluck - Macy's Day Bird Lyrics
The perfume of her hangs in the airlike an atmosphere promising thunderstormsthe window is cracked, letting november inbut her body beneath these blankets warms meher hair in wet feathers, pressed to her headthe washed-out splendor of macy's day paradeglitter and tinsel are clogging the drainscausing a runoff that's flooding the city...she gives me a red rhinestone ringthat fits only my thumband i wonder--was it her ex-husband's, or father's,or someone's cheap souvenirfrom a somewhere he took her ?i decide i won't be a gift-horse-mouth-lookerso i wear it for awhiletill' it gives me a rashi am not sentimentali toss it in the trashcuz i don't careif she likes meor notif she likes meor noti don't care if she likes me or notshe was marching in the macy's day paradein a row of dancers decked out in the rainwomen in heels executing military drillsgoosestepping in lynchpin six-inch stilettostowards central parkwhere the mud from its meadowsruns into the guttersall gluttedwith pink ostrich featherthe plumage that fallsfrom a macy's day danceranswer me...it's rainingcrowds run for covershoving, complainingstreets full of womenthat beg you to praise them alllower their lashesand then slowly raise themthey'll stare you downand then turn awaybut when they're hunting youcan't you hear their eyes say,'do you like meor not ?do you like meor not ?hey...do you like me or not ?'camera crews leave with rain on their lenseswe leave with the first ones to befriend usi followed the holes her heels left in the mudwhile behind us the city was starting to floodher hair in wet feathersblue, blonde and redthe washed out splendor of macy's day paradehair in wet feathers pressed to her headthe washed out splendor of the nest unmadewith sheets strewn over with sequins and trashcast off by parades that have already passedand i'm not the firstthis role gets recastthe macy's day birdcalls out from her nest--'do you like me ?...hey--do you like meor not ?hey--do you like meor not ?hey--do you like me ?'
