Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sanctioned in a Birdcage, artist - June Of 44. Album song Tropics and Meridians, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 17.06.1996
Record label: Quarterstick
Song language: English
Sanctioned in a Birdcage |
«Aren't you?» |
«Uhh…» |
«No?» |
«I don’t know» |
Nails and grenades |
But I’m under interrogation? |
Report through the hole |
Left where the trees and halberds once stood |
Taller then eye contact |
And years turn to dust left behind |
With bark and other remnants of something that used to be alive |
Old forests like cemeteries |
With stumps for headstones |
And the birds are left to be built over |
A dated idea to be alive |
Like old electronics |
Still used but archaic |
A house to keep the insides in |
To protect it from everything else |
As if they’re not even there, function lost |
Like not being able to find the handle to a broken coffee cup |
Brown stains around the lip that can’t be cleaned |
Now useless in a wastebasket |
Identity #1 |
Where do the birds go? |
Where do the birds go? |
Where do the birds go? |
Where do the birds go? |
Crushed on interstates |
By the progress of a world |
Of trucks and other developments |
Or kept inside |
Protected by the serenity of a birdcage |
Unaware of the powers that their grandparents built |
The trees that they once lived in, we now live in |
The trees that they once lived in, we now live in |
One birdcage to another |
Safety in a non-touchable place |
To those wings that know freedom |
A dirt home and their excuse not to die |
Bird sanctuary, a refuge for wildlife |
Where predators are controlled |
And hunting is not allowed |
No more fear |
Seeing only the serenity of being alive |
Unaware, unaware, unaware |
Unaware of any other aspects of the world they are isolated from |
Kept under the table like a villain in a scary movie |
Removed until the mystery is over |
Then crushed and defiled like crushed carnations in a diary |
Work from history |
Cancer from a different disease |
As unaccepted as an empty lot in a growing subdivision |
Feel everything |
And remove the beauty of simplicity |
It’s easy to be alive but being alive |
Really alive |
Means freedom on a different level |
High or low is irrelevant, it’s both |
Look at everything |
To absorb everything |
Attempting to understand everything |
From carnations to dead birds |