《Cowbirds》歌词

歌曲： Cowbirds

所属专辑：Tales Of The Unusual

歌手： Lorraine Feather

时长： 07:01

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Cowbirds - Lorraine Feather[00:00:00]

I wake up to the sound of the cowbirds [00:00:24]

Their burbling beautiful cry [00:00:35]

You can see them all day at the cherrywood feeder [00:00:44]

They started appearing in early July [00:00:54]

They are stocky and glossy [00:01:07]

Certainly bossy [00:01:13]

But no more than the jays [00:01:16]

As they finish their feeding [00:01:23]

I begin reading[00:01:28]

Of their curious ways [00:01:32]

They gather no moss [00:01:39]

They carry no leaves [00:01:42]

To fashion fine homes[00:01:45]

In the trees or the eaves [00:01:48]

A cowbird roams the woods until[00:01:51]

She finds a nest that fills the bill [00:01:56]

Snug in a tower of green [00:02:03]

She stays awhile but doesnt brood [00:02:08]

She wont return to offer food [00:02:14]

But simply flees the scene [00:02:20]

Her young one hatches quickly [00:02:31]

And does what hes wired to do [00:02:37]

With a purposeful thrust of his juvenile legs [00:02:44]

He starts to dispose of the resident eggs [00:02:52]

Make short work of the slumbering finches or phoebes [00:03:01]

Who drop to the ground without any sound [00:03:13]

Or he leaves them quite alone [00:03:24]

Soon a stranger arrives to fill his gaping beak [00:03:31]

As if he were one of her own [00:03:40]

The tale will be told in the course of a week [00:03:50]

The latecomers fragile and small [00:03:58]

Will get little or nothing at all [00:04:06]

The dusk is alive with the call of the cowbirds [00:04:17]

The striking display of their wings [00:04:30]

I watch them hold court by the cherrywood feeder [00:04:40]

And quietly ponder the nature of things [00:04:49]

How stars that have died can collide in the night [00:05:03]

Make such a grand show as they spatter [00:05:12]

How sunsets that bring up a groan of delight[00:05:21]

Are filled with particulate matter [00:05:30]

How it hardly seems fair[00:05:40]

That some birds get the boot [00:05:43]

So others can live and grow fat [00:05:46]

Theres a metaphor there [00:05:52]

But its low-hanging fruit [00:05:56]

So maybe Ill leave it at that [00:06:00]

As a stout baby cowbird falls asleep[00:06:11]

To the piteous cheep of a ghost [00:06:20]

And the sound of his mamas mantra:[00:06:28]

May we ever outnumber our host[00:06:36]