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Starling Murmuration
03:18
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Starlings come,
Starlings come with all the fading light,
Light they summon from the sky,
For you and I,
Starlings fly,
Starlings fly with golden speckled wings,
Can you listen? Hear them sing?
An eerie thing,
And all your hope flies here,
And all your hope flies here,
We should murmurate,
Come together like the starlings do,
Only then can we be me and you,
With all that’s true,
And all your love flies here,
And all your love flies here,
And all your love flies here,
And all your love flies here,
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The Robin is the saddest bird,
Among the flyers here,
Without a doubt she hears your heart,
And sees your every tear,
She says ‘Stretch your arms up to the sky’,
The Robin is the shyest bird,
Although she isn’t real,
She sings at street-lamps every night,
And wonders how to feel,
She says ‘Roll your eyes right up to the sky’,
The Robin is the black-eyed bird,
Recording what you do,
An automated red-breast drone,
She’s sad to see you blue,
She says ‘Throw your woes right up to the sky’,
Are we watching her?
Or is she watching us?
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Oh Yellowhammer
03:16
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She sees our world through open eyes,
She replicates the bluest skies above,
Oh Yellowhammer,
She wanders lonely in the air,
And captures nothing that’s not here, or there,
Oh Yellowhammer,
She sees your world through android eyes,
Surveillance drone so specialised,
Oh Yellowhammer,
Oh Yellowhammer,
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And I’m all ears when you come clean,
And I can see just what you mean,
There’s a rope ladder in your basement you can climb,
There’s a rope ladder in your basement, take your time,
And the nightingale sings for you,
Woo hoo,
And the nightingale sings for you,
Woo hoo
And I can feel entropy,
The universe just you and me,
There’s a rope ladder in your basement you can climb,
There’s a rope ladder in your basement, you’ll be fine,
And the nightingale sings for you,
Woo hoo
And the nightingale sings for you,
Woo hoo
Woo hoo
Woo hoo
Woo hoo
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Goldfinch Valentine
03:15
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She is a goldfinch holding hands with me,
Out in the frosty fields,
Her eyes fill with that lost dream winter’s chill,
So let her take the lead tonight,
Wherever she may fly,
And I’ll just wait here resting, by and by,
And I’ll just hold her tonight,
To help her dreams go right,
Until tomorrow,
Hear that goldfinch sorrow,
She is a goldfinch climbing trees with me,
Down by the rusty stream,
And don’t believe you can’t save lives with dreams,
And I’ll just hold her tonight,
To help her dreams go right,
Until tomorrow,
Hear that goldfinch sorrow,
She is my goldfinch valentine,
Wherever we may shine,
And I don’t need to say it, not this time,
And I’ll just hold her tonight,
To help her dreams go right,
Until tomorrow,
Hear that goldfinch sorrow,
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The Kingfisher
02:16
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There’s a rushing river in your mind,
And a big stone tower you can climb,
Do you mind?
Flying blind,
The Kingfisher can see more colours than I,
Let’s swim the lake that he did fly,
Don’t say goodbye, oh oh,
In grass knee-high, oh oh,
The Kingfisher can see more colours than you,
Or I,
Or anyone else can,
The Kingfisher can see more colours than you,
Or I,
Or anyone else can,
The Kingfisher can see more colours than you,
Or I,
Or anyone else can,
The Kingfisher can see more colours than you,
Or I,
Or anyone else can,
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Bird 128 (Passerine)
02:04
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There’s always been some birds up in the sky,
But do we know just what they are and why,
Is it always time that flies?
For all the passerines that say goodbye,
They’re taking to the wing they wonder why,
Is it always time that flies?
So why am I here on the perch alone?
So why am I here on this perch alone?
There’s always been some crying from your eye,
And everybody asks the question why,
Is it always time that flies?
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Simon Tall Norwich, UK
A tall English musician and writer...with an admirable selection of good hats.
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