Little Bird. (My Mad Ramblings.)

After reading my own prose and writings and scribblings, my thoughts released on lined paper inside tiny journals... I find them full of question marks, cages, dust, and birds longing to fly free. I express undying curiosity to understand "their" concern, questions, ambitions for me. And I use bitter expressions to shelter, protect my own true deeper understanding. So, you see why this entire song speaks to my innermost being, that gnawing hole in the darkest part of my core.

And now, I'm refusing to clip my wings. This little bird is flying her coop...
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Little Bird
by Imogen Heap:


(Scroll down to pause my blog music playlist, to the right of the screen.)

Little bird, little bird, little bird
What do you hear?
The clink of morning cheers
Orange juice concentrate
Crossword puzzles start to grate
One across
Four letter word, it's just not sitting

Little bird, little bird, little bird
What do you see?
A picture-perfect scene
Two-toned lawns are manicured
The garden's wearing haute couture

It's hiding something
It's trying too hard
Hiding something
It's trying too hard

Little bird, little bird, little bird
Where are they now?
Daytime TV lounge
A carriage clock, a mantle piece
A family wiped up, J-Cloth cleaned
Unsaid, festers in the throws of the sofa

Little bird, little bird, little bird
How are you feeling?
Like helping quarantine:
Pearly whites, touch down smile,
Haps and creases round the eyes

Telltale, heart sail
We smell rats in the kitchen
Telltale, heart sail
We smell rats in the kitchen

Little bird, little bird, little bird
What can we do?
A think-tank, think "rescue"
Simon Says, Etch-a-Sketch
Send a golden message only he would get
Quickly now
'Cause this is not how it ends

Little bird, little bird, little bird
(Little bird, little bird, little bird)
Well I've got one more question
(Little bird, little bird, little bird)
And I swear I'll let it rest
(Little bird, little bird, little bird)
Well I've just one more question
(Little bird, little bird, little bird)
And I swear I'll let it rest

One more question
I'll let it rest
I swear I'll let it rest
Got one more question
(And I swear I'll let it rest)
I've got one more question

Little bird, little bird, little bird
Where have you gone?
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"Faith is the bird that feels the light when the dawn is still dark." -R. Tagore