Слова песни R.E.M. — King Of Birds

A thumbnail sketch, a jeweler's stone
A mean idea to call my own
Old man don't lay so still you're not yet young
There's time to teach, point to point,
Point observation, children carry reservations

Standing on the shoulders of giants
Leaves me cold, leaves me cold
A mean idea to call my own
A hundred million birds fly

Singer sing me a given
Singer sing me a song
Standing on the shoulders of giants
Everybody's looking on
(Old man don't lay so still you're not yet young,
there's time to teach, point to point,
point observation, children carry reservations)

Standing on the shoulders of giants
Leaves me cold
A mean idea to call my own
A hundred million birds fly away, away, away

I am king of all I see
My kingdom for a voice
Old man don't lay so still, you're not yet young
There's time to teach, point to point
Point observation, children carry reservations

Standing on the shoulders of giants
Leaves me cold, leaves me cold
A mean idea to call my own
A hundred million birds fly away, away, away

Everybody hit the ground






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This song, «King Of Birds» by R.E.M., is a reflective piece that explores various themes. The lyrics depict a sense of introspection and contemplation. The songwriter uses metaphors and imagery to convey their thoughts. The mention of «standing on the shoulders of giants» suggests a desire for growth and learning from those who came before. The repetition of the line «A mean idea to call my own» hints at a personal struggle or conflict. Overall, the song invites listeners to reflect on their own journey and the significance of their actions.


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