Birdman
"Always that same LSD story, you've all seen it
Young man on acid
Thought he could fly
Jumped out of a building
What a tragedy"
There's a hole in my room
When it gets dark
The pigeons fly through
Delivering to me
The news of the world
In plastic bottles
Of drank Malibu
Oh, they don't care about the rhythm
(How about the rhythm?)
Oh, they don't care about the beat of my heart
(Beat of my heart)
Birdman, open your wings
Now
And you'll be free
And word-chasing
Is all I ever do
For words are escapees
From the prison of my mind
They're running away
Through the hole in my room
But when it gets dark
My pigeons bring them back
Oh, they don't care about the rhythm
(How about the rhythm?)
Oh, they don't care about the beat of my heart
(Beat of my heart)
Birdman, open your wings
Now
And you'll be free
"Today a young man on acid realized
That all matter is merely energy condensed
To a slow vibration
That we are all one consciousness
Experiencing itself subjectively
There is no such thing as death
Life is only a dream
And we are the imagination of ourselves
Here's Tsob with the Weather."
I play with words all the time
What else is there left to play with?
I play with words all the time
What else is there left to play with?
Young man on acid
Thought he could fly
Jumped out of a building
What a tragedy"
There's a hole in my room
When it gets dark
The pigeons fly through
Delivering to me
The news of the world
In plastic bottles
Of drank Malibu
Oh, they don't care about the rhythm
(How about the rhythm?)
Oh, they don't care about the beat of my heart
(Beat of my heart)
Birdman, open your wings
Now
And you'll be free
And word-chasing
Is all I ever do
For words are escapees
From the prison of my mind
They're running away
Through the hole in my room
But when it gets dark
My pigeons bring them back
Oh, they don't care about the rhythm
(How about the rhythm?)
Oh, they don't care about the beat of my heart
(Beat of my heart)
Birdman, open your wings
Now
And you'll be free
"Today a young man on acid realized
That all matter is merely energy condensed
To a slow vibration
That we are all one consciousness
Experiencing itself subjectively
There is no such thing as death
Life is only a dream
And we are the imagination of ourselves
Here's Tsob with the Weather."
I play with words all the time
What else is there left to play with?
I play with words all the time
What else is there left to play with?
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Writer(s): Antreas Athanasiadis
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