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"Birds" or "We're As Big As Giants, But We Still Can't Climb This
"Birds" or "We're As Big As Giants, But We Still Can't Climb This
01/30/09 at 04:24 PM by TK
So the panels decayed
on top of stripped rooftops.
All of the cars drove away,
and left us with empty parking lots.

Our seats,
they were mounted
in wet cement.
And what of our actions?
They became the drying winds.

We're evolving into statues
more and more each day.
The birds are flying after us
Soon I fear,
we will not be able to walk away
from what's ingrained us, from what's enslaved us.

And what of these birds,
what will they do?
They will use us
as shitting grounds
and perching mounds,
until they flock away
at the moment migration seems fit.
Regardless, of what they left us with
or where they're flying to.
And what of ourselves?
What will we do
but stand still
motionless, unable to move.
Unable, to do a thing
because of our actions, or lack thereof

And in vacant playgrounds,
where our spirits used to play,
we dug our own ditches
behind abadoned park benches,
watching as the hours passed us by.

On those same benches,
we sat together.
But the moment we took a foot to stand,
we were alone, we were alone again.

In those same parks,
together we would walk
until we reached the outskirts.
Then we ran, we ran from each other.
Then we ran, we ran, we ran alone.

And we lived together
in that same neighborhood
that turned to the same town
that turned to the same state
that turned to the same country
And now we're just living together
but someday,
that will turn to dying alone.

Or the short version:

The panels decayed
On top of stripped rooftops
All the cars drove away
And left us empty parking lots

Our seats were mounted
In wet cement
Our actions have become
The drying winds

We're becoming statues
More and more everyday
The birds are coming after us
Soon we won't be able to walk away
And they will use us
As shitting grounds
And they will use us
As perching mounds
Each and every day...

In vacant playgrounds
Where our spirits used to play
We dug our own ditches
Behind abandoned park benches
Where we sat idly and gave way
To time's cold hand

We sat together and stood alone
We walked together and ran alone
And we lived together and we died alone
And we died alone, we died alone
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