when you wrote this, did you know which bird you were writing about, or did they surprise you?
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I can hear them sing and sing, and I try to figure out what their harmonies mean But in the light of day, it is such a tedious task, I have so many birds to listen to, which shall I pick? One is gray with light blue stripes of a well-lived life, Another one pecks at my cheek Pleading to be heard, But I can’t seem to understand.
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when you wrote this, did you know which bird you were writing about, or did they surprise you?
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Birds
I can hear the birds, they call out to me in their ariose melodies,
I can hear the birds; they tell me to stay for a little longer.
I can hear them sing and sing, and I try to figure out what their harmonies mean
But in the light of day, it is such a tedious task,
I have so many birds to listen to, which shall I pick?
One is gray with light blue stripes of a well-lived life,
Another one pecks at my cheek
Pleading to be heard,
But I can’t seem to understand,
No, sometimes you can’t understand it all.
Not even a bird's song
Yes, I know it can be hard to not understand anything at all, but I think we should let the birds talk,
Keep on talking, keep on singing,
Their sweet and dulcet harmonies,
Even if we don’t understand the meaning of them at all.
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when you wrote this, did you know which bird you were writing about, or did they surprise you?
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in daytime it's tedious but do the birds mean something different in the dark, or is it all the same melody?
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one pecks at your cheek pleading to be heard and you still can't understand. that loneliness is real.
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i lean toward thinking the birds know what they mean, and we're just too loud to hear it right
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did you ever actually figure out one of their songs, or is the not-understanding the point?
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yes. letting them talk even when you don't understand. that's the whole move right there.
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so many voices and you're supposed to know which one to listen to. sounds like a problem before it's a bird.
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the gray one with light blue stripes, that image of a well-lived life shows up and then you're trying to pick between all of them
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when you can't understand the birds, do you just accept that or does it frustrate you?
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