Munly And The Lee Lewis Harlots - Song Rebecca Calls, that Birdcage Song, Which Never WasThough Now Kind Of Is Because Of Her Influence... | Текст песни

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• Song Rebecca Calls, that Birdcage Song, Which Never WasThough Now Kind Of Is Because Of Her Influence...

(Them jays dive bomb the mices, those mices squeak like the entrance gates. You know what those jays did, they made a home in my ribcage. There was 41 horse flies tip toein' across the horses flank and that horse he ain't got no feathers but with his shank he just ruffles. And then the furnace it combusted and it burned away the jays cage. That when underneath, they saw Harrods face then there was all this confusion from the hot air. And those jays, they got me aggressive by taken my eggs from me. but my knife is gone, and them jays, they got aggressive, and they nested in my empty sheath.)

I rub my hand over your hair
I rub my hand over your hair on your throat
I rub my hand over your hair on your throat pull it out and set it in my pocket.
I talk a bird off my tree shove him deep-down he lites in your nesty hair. Now we roam between the cities, and folk in their country speech and manner, say the sing-song you's do's speaks of true new prophecies. There is a whistle ebbing from a growing crack in his beak, the crack is mappin' out the country, educating all of where we've been.
Me and my bird have a growing influence over people of country persuasion.
Mark Matthew, Luke and John they're comin' after me
re-re-educatin' all them my bird has seen.
Sayin' Country people unlearn what you seen
that birds got a crack in it's speak.
Go back to ginseng and senna pods and fennel seeds
learnin' spells in your old gullah speech.
But, they tell the flock to go back to the city and let this bird sing!
~My Bird-Does Sing-To Thee-Country-
My Bird- Decrees- To Thee' People Of Country Persuasion~
I rub my hand over your hair
I rub my hand over your hair below your stomach
I rub my hand over your hair below your stomach pull it out and set it in my pocket
My bird he mends his broken beak with your hair. Now the message is mumbled and mistranslated, but the country people believe it even harder. They leave the country lite upon the city, swellin' the I.Q. in both locations. Re-education is all they need, the city nods bein' told to agree.
Me and my bird have a growing influence over people of country persuasion.
Mark Matthew, Luke and John still chasin' after me
they got so close that finally heard my bird sing.
They heard though your healthful hair
blushed a deep dark red said 'oh I see!'
they rubbed on ginseng and senna pods and fennel seeds
their speech they changed to the local speak.
Creatin' new maps with an educators need
They're now quiet in the country as my bird he does sing!
~My Bird-Does Sing-To Thee-Country-
My Bird- Decrees- To Thee' People Of Country Persuasion~


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