
Date of issue: 06.11.2005
Song language: English
Birdland |
His father died and left him a little farm in New England |
All the long black funeral cars left the scene |
And the boy was just standin' there alone |
Lookin' at the shiny red tractor |
Him and his daddy used to sit inside |
And circle the blue fields and grease the night |
It was as if someone had spread butter |
On all the fine points of the stars |
'Cause when he looked up, they started to slip |
Then he put his head in the crux of his arms |
And he started to drift, drift to the belly of a ship |
Let the ship slide open and he went inside of it |
And saw his daddy 'hind the control boards |
Streamin' beads of light |
He saw his daddy 'hind the control board |
And he was very different tonight |
'Cause he was not human, he was not human |
The little boy’s face lit up with such a naked joy |
That the sun burned around his lids |
And his eyes were like two suns |
White lids, white opals, seein' everything |
Just a little bit too clearly |
And he looked around and |
There was no black ship in sight |
No black funeral cars, nothin' |
Except for him, the raven |
And fell on his knees and |
Looked up and cried out |
«No, Daddy, don’t leave me here alone |
Take me up, Daddy, to the belly of your ship |
Let the ship slide open and I’ll go inside of it |
Where you are not human, you are not human» |
But nobody heard the boy’s cry of alarm |
Nobody there 'cept for the birds |
Around the New England farm |
And they gathered in all directions |
Like roses they scattered |
And they were like compass grass |
Coming together into the head of a shaman bouquet |
Slit in his nose and all the others went shootin' |
And he saw the lights of traffic beckonin' him |
Like the hands of blake |
Grabbin' at his cheeks, takin' out his neck |
All his limbs, everything was twisted and he said |
‽I won’t give up, won’t give up, don’t let me give up |
I won’t give up, come here, let me go up fast |
Take me up quick, take me up, up to the belly of a ship" |
And the ship slides open and I go inside of it |
Where I am not human |
I am helium raven and this movie is mine |
So he cried out as he stretched the sky |
Pushin' it all out like latex cartoon |
Am I all alone in this generation? |
We’ll just be dreamin' of animation night and day |
And won’t let up, won’t let up and I see them comin' in |
Oh, I couldn’t hear them before, but I hear 'em now |
It’s a radar scope in all silver and all platinum lights |
Movin' in like black ships, they were movin' in, streams of them |
And he put up his hands and he said, ‽It's me, it’s me |
I’ll give you my eyes, take me up, oh Lord, please take me up |
I’m helium, raven waitin' for you, please take me up |
Don’t leave me here" |
The son, the sign, the cross |
Like the shape of a tortured woman |
The true shape of a tortured woman |
The mother standing in the doorway, lettin' her sons |
No longer presidents but prophets |
They’re all dreamin', they’re gonna bear the prophet |
He’s gonna run through the fields dreamin' in animation |
It’s all gonna split his skull |
It’s gonna come out like a black bouquet shinin' |
Like a fist that’s gonna shoot them up |
Like light, like Mohammed boxer |
Take them up up up up up up |
Oh, let’s go up, up, don’t hold me back |
Take me up, I’ll go up, I’m goin' up, I’m goin' up |
Take me up, I’m goin' up, I’ll go up, tell |
Go up go up go up go up up up up up up up |
Up, up, to the belly of a ship |
Let the ship slide open and we’ll go inside of it |
Well, we are not human, we’re not human |
Well, there was sand, there were tiles |
The sun had melted the sand |
And it coagulated like a river of glass |
When it hardened, he looked at the surface |
He saw his face and where there were eyes |
Were just two white opals, two white opals |
Where there were eyes, there were just two white opals |
He looked up and the rays shot |
And he saw raven comin' in |
And he crawled on his back and he went up |
Up up up up up up |
Sha da do wop, da sha da do way |
Sha da do wop, da sha da do way |
Sha da do wop, da sha da do way |
Sha da do wop, da sha da do way |
Shaman do wop, da shaman do way |
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