Birdland

Album: Horses (1975)
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  • His father died and left him a little farm in New England.
    All the long black funeral cars left the scene
    And the boy was just standing there alone
    Looking at the shiny red tractor
    Him and his daddy used to sit inside
    And circle the blue fields and grease the night.
    It was if someone had spread butter on all the fine points of the stars
    'Cause when he looked up they started to slip.
    Then he put his head in the crux of his arm
    And he started to drift, drift to the belly of a ship,
    Let the ship slide open, and he went inside of it
    And saw his daddy 'hind the control board streamin' beads of light,
    He saw his daddy 'hind the control board,
    And he was very different tonight
    'Cause he was not human, he was not human.

    Little boy's face lit up with such naked joy
    That the sun burned around his lids and his eyes were like two suns,
    White lids, white opals, seeing everything just a little bit too clearly
    And he looked around and there was no black ship in sight,
    No black funeral cars, nothing except for him, the raven
    And fell on his knees and looked up and cried out,
    No, daddy, don't leave me here alone,
    Take me up, daddy, to the belly of your ship,
    Let the ship slide open and I'll go inside of it
    Where you're not human, you are not human.

    But nobody heard the boy's cry of alarm.
    Nobody there 'cept for the birds around the New England farm
    And they gathered in all directions, like roses they scattered
    And they were like compass grass coming together into the head of a shaman bouquet
    Slit in his nose and all the others went shooting
    And he saw the lights of traffic beckoning like the hands of Blake
    Grabbing at his cheeks, taking out his neck,
    All his limbs, everything was twisted and he said,
    I won't give up, won't give up, don't let me give up,
    I won't give up, come here, let me go up fast,
    Take me up quick, take me up, up to the belly of a ship
    And the ship slides open and I go inside of it, where I am not human.

    I am helium raven and this movie is mine,
    So he cried out as he stretched the sky,
    Pushing it all out like latex cartoon, am I all alone in this generation?
    We'll just be dreaming of animation night and day
    And won't let up, won't let up and I see them coming in,
    Oh, I couldn't hear them before, but I hear 'em now,
    It's a radar scope in all silver and all platinum lights
    Moving in like black ships, they were moving in, streams of them,
    And he put up his hands and he said, "It's me, it's me,
    I'll give you my eyes, take me up, oh now please take me up,
    I'm helium raven waitin' for you, please take me up,
    Don't leave me here!"
    The sun, the sign, the cross,
    Like the shape of a tortured woman, the true shape of a tortured woman,
    The mother standing in the doorway letting her sons
    No longer presidents but prophets
    They're all dreaming they're gonna bear the prophet,
    He's gonna run through the fields dreaming in animation
    It's all gonna split his skull
    It's gonna come out like a black bouquet shining
    Like a fist that's gonna shoot them up
    Like light, like Mohamed Boxer
    Take them up up up up up up
    Oh, let's go up, up, take me up, I'll go up,
    I'm going up, I'm going up
    Take me up, I'm going up, I'll go up there
    Go up go up go up go up up up up up up up
    Up, up to the belly of a ship.
    Let the ship slide open and we'll go inside of it
    Where we are not human, we're not human.

    Well, there was sand, there were tiles,
    The sun had melted the sand and it coagulated
    Like a river of glass
    When it hardened he looked at the surface
    He saw his face
    And where there were eyes were just two white opals, two white opals,
    Where there were eyes there were just two white opals
    And he looked up and the rays shot
    And he saw, raven comin' in
    And he crawled on his back and he went up
    Up up up up up up
    Sha da do wop, da shaman do way, sha da do wop, da shaman do way,
    Sha da do wop, da shaman do way, sha da do wop, da shaman do way,
    Sha da do wop, da shaman do way,
    We like Birdland. Writer/s: IVAN KRAL, LEONARD J KAYE, PATTI SMITH, RICHARD A SOHL
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

Comments: 1

  • Handfularain from DetroitThe closing line, “we like Birdland“ likely comes from the Huey “Piano” Smith song of the same title… Where he sings the same line repeatedly. It echoes in Patti’s song.
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