Birdman Lyrics

"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?