Lyrics:
saw myself in a dream making wine
The other said, Indeed, I saw myself in a dream carrying bread on my head, from which
birds were eating
They said,
the back brook swell
And they seem to know each other very well.
And they drive up north on Sunday afternoons
And he buys her wooden windmills
And whales
this song
And by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee.
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,
He said to me, "You must not
this song
And by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee.
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,
He said to me, "You must not
Was walking through the counters of a national concern
And a cash machine was spitting by my shoulder
And I saw the multitude of faces, honest,
bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I
other place
Somewhere far away
A witness on the land
Saw a bird go by
Wooden frames caught in waves in the night
I open my eyes I see nothing inside
Above me the sky was teeming with life
All engaged in an encircling melody of motion
I saw children riding on wings of great birds
Those grown were
Wooden chairs on wooden floors
And a bonnie lass at the bar
Pouring pints in fishnet tights
Whilst shaking her tip jar
The boys are gettin' lairey
tonight I laid down
Just like every other night
But something peculiar
Eased my unruly mind
I woke up from a dream
And made up a meaning
Why two birds came
bottom packs a ravenous catalyst
Sprung arachnid, leashed by the carnal tyrant
I choked when the cage bird sings it stings
Springs me out delirium
and by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee.
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,
he said to me, "You must not ask for so
sister be the first one to get smoked
Then I grab your grandma by her weave hair
And whip her old ass with that wooden leg she wear
I'm from the bloody
my trap and they are dead.
I will sell all these and earn more profits.
He started removing them one by one from the net
and threw them down.
The birds
this song
and by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee.
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,
he said to me, "You must not
this song
And by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee.
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,
He said to me, "You must not
this song
By all I have done wrong
I'll make it all up to you. yes I will
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,
H called out to me, "don't ask
and sighing in the Seattle rain
I drive past the strangers and wish they could see what I see
A tangle of summer birds flying in sunlight
A forest
Wish I was a bird flying over this hill
Seeing the world and getting my fill
But I'm tied down by these cinder blocks
cnd I've forgotten how
of trust
When it tumbled down it was made of rust
And now cos I'm out your life, you are free to fly
Prettiest love birds
Prettiest love birds
Shoot them
of trust
When it tumbled down it was made of rust
And now cos I'm out your life, you are free to fly
Prettiest love birds
Prettiest love birds
Shoot them
A cockroach's decapitated head lives on for days
I'm intrigued and inspired by nature and its ways
Experimenting on insects, birds, dogs and rats
fluttered
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before'
Then the bird
fluttered
Till I scarcely more than muttered "Other friends have flown before
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before"
Then the bird
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