Jul 2010
dear old sir, poor father of mine
you've left me quite alone
all on my very own
I don't miss too much
dear father
I don't miss you
dear sister
I don't trust you
dear mother
it's not a bit real
there's a little baby bird with a hold on you
dear baby bird, sly thing you
with your man, watching clear and strong
may I take him along?
For my eyes are starlight black
With those spirits on my back
Somebody must be watchin'
As we dance these wicked tunes
you've left me quite alone
all on my very own
I don't miss too much
dear father
I don't miss you
dear sister
I don't trust you
dear mother
it's not a bit real
there's a little baby bird with a hold on you
dear baby bird, sly thing you
with your man, watching clear and strong
may I take him along?
For my eyes are starlight black
With those spirits on my back
Somebody must be watchin'
As we dance these wicked tunes
I believe I thought this up while eating dinner with some friends. If I remember correctly, I saw a family not speaking to one another (they all looked quite sullen) and then I thought I saw a bird on their table but somehow I was mistaken.
