parakeet

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  1. up'ın sonlarına doğru damardan işitilen rem şarkısı. 90'larda hayatının en neşeli günlerini geçiren, bu yılların sonrasında hayatın zırvalarıyla karşılaşan adamı, ağaçlara tırmanamayan ve dolayısıyla çöpleri eşeleyen kedileri anlatır. ve bütün bunlar michael stipe'ın depresif vokaliyle birleşir.

    you wake up in the morning
    and fall out of your bed
    mean cats eat parakeets
    and this one's nearly dead
    you dearly wish the wind would shift
    and greasy windows slide
    open for the parakeet
    who's colored bitter lime

    open the window
    and lift into your dreams
    lately baby
    you can barely breathe

    a broken wrist
    an accident
    you know that something's wrong
    you fold the leavings of your past
    no one knows you've gone
    the sunspot flares of the `early
    nineties light up your wings`
    and scan the shortwave radio
    it's tracking outer rings

    the tectonic dispatcher shifts
    to smooth the ocean floor
    and flattens out to warmer winds
    of brisbane's sunny shore
    where buddhas tend to mending wrists
    a tea made from the leaves
    of eucalyptus fragrances
    and coriander seeds

    you wake up in the morning
    to warm pacific breeze
    where mean cats chew on licorice
    and cannot climb the trees

    open your window
    and lift into a dream
    baby baby
    baby starts to breathe
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