Starlings-Randy Stonehill

[ti:Starlings] [ar:Randy Stonehill] [al:Stories] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Starlings - Randy Stonehill [00:35.21]Em [00:37.27]Riding with my family [00:38.78]In the '58 Buick [00:42.25]I can still recall how we'd drive [00:46.56]Through the valley to [00:47.91]My grandmother's house every [00:50.39]Summer vacation when [00:52.70]I was small [00:54.71]And I'd gaze out the window [00:57.07]At the farms and the orchards [00:59.91]Counting the telephone [01:01.49]Poles passing by [01:03.61]And the sound of our motor [01:05.71]Would frighten the starlings [01:07.82]And they'd rise from the fields to fly [01:14.98]My mother would grumble [01:16.69] [01:17.20]"Those birds are a curse; [01:19.40]They're a thorn in the farmers' side " [01:24.21]But I couldn't help feeling sad [01:26.81]And inspired by their [01:28.64]Desperate ballet in the sky [01:35.48] [01:36.01]Say a prayer for the starlings [01:40.24]The hot dry wind beats [01:41.91]Their ragged wings [01:45.01]Have a thought for the starlings [01:49.03]No one ever listens [01:50.53]To the songs they sing [01:53.85]Say a prayer for the starlings [01:58.23]There's no welcome [01:59.57]For them anywhere [02:03.05]Leave some crumbs [02:04.76]For the starlings [02:07.31]They say that winter [02:08.45]Will be cold this year [02:13.55] [02:28.83]She was sitting on a curb [02:30.98]By the 7 Eleven; she asked [02:34.60]If I had some spare change [02:38.13]Her skin wore that leathered [02:40.38]And wind-burned look [02:42.57]And the light in her blue eyes [02:44.70]Was wild and strange [02:46.95]I sat down beside her [02:49.61]And asked her her name [02:51.31]She said "Pick one you like; [02:53.64]I need something to eat " [02:55.92]And her life made me think [02:57.75]Of the dead leaves in autumn [03:00.69]Drifting like ghosts down the street [03:06.98]Is the life that we celebrate [03:09.50]Only a dream a lie that [03:12.58]We serve like a god made of stone [03:15.70]And our hearts are the hunter [03:18.53]Birds with no nesting place [03:20.86]Weary and aching for home [03:28.11]Say a prayer for the starlings [03:32.44]The hot dry wind beats [03:34.07]Their ragged wings [03:37.15]Have a thought for the starlings [03:41.16]No one ever listens to [03:42.93]The songs they sing [03:45.72]Say a prayer for the starlings [03:50.48]There's no welcome [03:51.82]For them anywhere [03:55.13]Leave some crumbs for the starlings [03:59.45]They say that winter will [04:00.99]Be cold this year this year