Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Mutation of Thrushes, artist - 22. Album song You Are Creating: Limb1, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 06.09.2018
Record label: Long Branch
Song language: English
A Mutation of Thrushes |
| Like a flock of birds |
| Or a pod of dolphins |
| A bellowing of bullfinches |
| A fling of dunlins |
| Like a mob of kangaroos |
| A brood of hens |
| A bazaar of guillemots |
| Just like a band of jays |
| A shrewdness of apes |
| A deceit of lapwings |
| Like a host of sparrows |
| A trip of wildfowls |
| A mutation of thrushes |
| Like an army of ants |
| An ostentation of peacocks |
| A down of rabbits |
| Like a rumba of rattlesnakes |
| A run of salmon |
| A bob of seals |
| Like a kettle of hawks |
| A nest of hornets |
| A gam of whales |
| A quiver of cobras |
| A dole of doves |
| A shoal of shads |
| A company of angelfish |
| A glint of goldfish |
| A knot of toads |
| Did you ever have a go? |
| Everyone must have a go |
| It’s your next Penrose step |
| Ones that have spent their time on Earth |
| Have a different kind of glow |
| You put it on hold |
| But soon you’re given birth |
| You leave everything |
| Say goodbye to your worlds |
| All your worlds, all your pretty little worlds |
| Like a bloat of hippopotami |
| A warren of wombats |
| A zeal of zebras |
| Like a generation of vipers |
| A bale of turtles |
| Streak of tigers |
| A glen of herring |
| A hover of trout |
| A wisdom of owls |
| A murmuration of starlings |
| A dray of squirrels |
| A spring or harem of seals |
| Like a drove of sheep |
| A leash of foxes |
| A skein of geese |
| A tower of giraffes |
| A knot of frogs |
| A memory of elephants |
| A weyr of dragons |
| So you decide to have a go |
| And everybody has to know |
| It’s your time |
| All the ones that have spent their time on Earth |
| Have a different kind of flow |
| So you thought that you just might |
| Let go of holding light |
| We have the same thought |
| At the same time, after time |
| Never running out of time |
| Our movements trace invisible patterns |
| We draw in the sky using no eyes |
| A living matrix, hexagonal, atonal |
| A framework of sound as we’re letting you down |
| A shower of rain, a bevy of ladies |
| A blush of boys, an ambush of toys |
| A den of thieves, a coven of witches |
| A worship of reads, a curse of painters |
| Like a conspiracy of ravens |
| A brace of thrush of ducks |
| A mask of raccoons |
| A crash of rhinos |
| A mute of hounds |
| A warren of rabbits |
| A turn of turtles |
| Like a shiver of sharks |
| A span of mules |
| A school of sea stars |
| A gulp of cormorants |
| So zebrine |
| So hipptigrine |
| So eranaceine |
| So helminthic |
| And so formic |
| Anisopterian |
| Iguinine |
| Pteropine |
| So it seems |
| So galagine |
| So perfect |
| So hyenine |
| All the ones that have spent their time on Earth |
| They’ve lived lives you’ll never know |
| Now you want to go down there |
| Though you will know it will hurt |
| Let go of your worlds, all your worlds |
| All your pretty little worlds |
| All your worlds, all your pretty little worlds |