Indian summer

[Después del veranillo de San Miguel, acaban los días buenos]

In the delta sun, down in Arkansas
It's the great god bird with its altar call
And the sewing machine, the industrial god
On the great bayou where they saw it fall
It's the great god bird down in Arkansas

And the hunters beware, o'er the fisher's fowl
And paradise might close from its safe flight flawed
It's the great god bird through it all

And the watchers beware, lest they see it foal
And paradise might laugh when at last it falls
And the sewing machine, the industrial god
It's the great god bird with its altar call
Yes, it's the great god bird with its altar call
Yes, it's the great god bird through it all

[Sufjan Steven, Great God Bird]

[Esto no es Arkansas, es el Far West cacereño. Y se podría haber filmado algo parecido.]