A Bird Is A Song-Chris Walla

[ti:A Bird Is A Song] [ar:Chris Walla] [al:Field Manual] [00:00.67]Chris Walla-A Bird is a Song [00:03.41] [00:09.46] [00:11.66]Colorado, can you hear me? Are you listening? [00:20.27]Do you even care? Are you even there? [00:36.46] [00:41.16]The concrete canopy, mountains of symmetry; [00:46.97]The city policy, the city air. The boroughs I have [00:55.12]Seen seem so unfair, as do the feathers on the [01:01.13]Sidewalks I find there. [01:04.00] [01:05.68]I do not need to speak, but I want to listen to the [01:11.82]Tiniest of flights and their transmissions. The words [01:18.02]Tied to their wings are the words I'm going to sing. [01:23.26]A noise, small and strong: A bird is a song. [01:31.10] [01:35.60]Torch the sails, and set ire to our deals: My heaven [01:41.45]Is here, my heaven is here. Who would need escape, [01:49.86]Who would seek salvation from a place so bright [01:55.91]And clear? [01:57.38] [01:59.45]I do not need to see, but I need a vision. I want [02:04.98]Seamless operation upon ignition. The fuel that I salt [02:12.24]Away will keep us through the darkest of days; will keep [02:19.69]Us well through winters long, and when springtime [02:24.57]Starts her broadcast, the birds are our song [02:32.17] [02:46.95][02:35.18]Keep your feathers clean and dry. [02:53.45][02:43.39] [02:59.85]End [03:05.83]